The Search for Serendipity (NYC)
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
Since my brother’s accident, I’ve been WAY behind on posting. I’m slowly catching up on NYC and Washington DC. Here is one particularly dramatic journey for food in NYC:
2:00pm, Lost in Manhattan.
At this point, it seems like all I’ve ever wanted out of life was a cheeseburger.
I stumble over my rubbery flats and glower at innocent passersby. I faintly realize my peevishness, but am powerless to stop it.
“Hanger” consumes me:
What brought me to this desperation? It all started with a movie:
Ah, Serendipity, the fortunate accident, the movie, the pleasant surprise of love, all centered around an eclectic shop with legendary frozen hot chocolates.
It seemed only natural that we should visit someplace “famous” while we were here, and we were determined to find this shop:
After a brief foray into Central Park (where we ran into hilarious street performers) turned into an hours-long trek to find another entrance, I couldn’t go on.
The pain in my feet was only a faint echo of the pain in my empty stomach. WHERE WAS THIS PLACE??
It was an overwhelming relief, to say the least, when we finally found this place…until we walked in.
“It will be a 30 minute wait.”
Kristina and I sank to the bench in wordless, exhausted despair. After the eternal 30 minute wait, we were seated in the lovely upstairs gallery for our meal:
And then, the reason why we suffered so long in the first place:
And that’s all she wrote! If you’ll excuse me, I have 10 pounds to gain tonight.