Serendipity, according to Dictionary.com, means “the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.”
I like to think that my being set up on a blind date with the woman who eventually became my wife was a serendipitous occurrence.
But when I think of the word “serendipity,” two things come to mind. One is the blog by that name published my Marilyn Armstrong.You should check out her blog if you’re not already one of her more than 11,000 followers.
The other “serendipity” I think of is the restaurant in New York City’s Upper East Side, Serendipity 3.The menu at this nearly 70-year-old American restaurant includes burgers, footlong hotdogs, thick-cut fries, country meat loaf, four different pastas, and chicken pot pie. But desserts are the real draw, including Serendipity’s famous frozen hot chocolate and its outsized sundaes.I’ve only been there a few times, but whenever I went to NYC, which is rare these days since I live in San Francisco now, I made a point of stopping by for dessert at Serendipity 3.