Well, the time has come for me to write my very first review on Yelp. More specifically, that time has come because people are sick of hearing me talk about places and what I thought of them in real life. So: off to the internet!\n\nThere's no better place to cut my reviewing teeth on than Serendipity3. There's good! There's bad! There's drama and intrigu-- truthfully, there's not much intrigue.\n\nThe thing that gets me the most about Serendipity3 is that there is just so much *potential*, but, man, potential's hard to live up to, right? The food is more than serviceable, but just shy of great. We went this past weekend and were informed that they'd started a seasonal menu, which means the things that transcend, individually, to great, might not be available. In my opinion, one of those dishes is the ~*Mac & Cheese Pizza*~ (the punctuation shows you how highly I regard it). This is apparently now a \"winter\" food, so look out if you'd like it in, oh, say, May. That said, this most recent trip, our waitress, a woman named Phoenix, went the extra mile in making sure I got what I came for (ifyouknowwhatimean). \n\nMy dining companion (so fancy when you say it that way! It's really just my boyfriend Al, but if I can't be fancy on the internet, I can't be fancy anywhere) ordered one of the seasonal items, a sandwich called A Summer Bries, with turkey, brie, apples, cranberry mayo on raisin pumpernickel bread. Because Al has resigned himself to a lot of things in our relationship, I eventually ended up with some of that sandwich. And here's the thing: it was a good sandwich, but for a restaurant where we dropped $80 on a meal at 4 p.m., it wasn't what it could've been. \n\nThe accompanying waffle fries (because sweet potato fries are for people who hate freedom) were like if Arby's curly fries and Chick-Fil-A's waffle fries had a baby, but also in that baby was some gourmet blood, like from a grandparent, so that they didn't immediately remind you of a drive thru and oil-soaked cardboard. Let's be clear: that means they were DELICIOUS.\n\nWe got the requisite frozen hot chocolate, which has either a.) shrunk or b.) we ordered, on accident, an individual one. I was still trying to get Phoenix at the time it came out, so I didn't want to ask. It was good, it always is. But is it as good as the amount of money it cost? I think that probably depends on several factors, like the temperature outside, the time of year, and whether I'd won $20 on penny slots in Caesars. Your factors probably vary, especially if you're, like, allergic to chocolate or you'd rather spend the money on booze. Doing the frozen hot chocolate and alcohol and pop easily bumps your bill up to the next price point.\n\nThis past trip was also our first time sitting on the patio, mostly because it's always so busy and we never wanted to wait. The patio is nice, and, for someone who gets sudden and random fits of why-are-all-these-people-so-damn-close-to-me?!, like myself, it gives you a little bit more space around you. The inside can sometimes feel like you're right on top of the table next to you, which: imagine how awful that could be for a Cavs fan seated next to a bunch of people in Garnett jerseys.\n\nPhoenix was, far and away, our best waitress (or waiter!) ever. The service there can get a little slow, especially in really, really busy times (but since they're always really, really busy, this is pretty much a constant) and on last year's birthday trip, we waited 45 minutes for food without any sort of acknowledgment from management OR our waiter. I was in a pretty easygoing mood that trip, but I can imagine that happening on a different day and the rage blackout that may have followed.\n\nThe last thing I think worth mentioning is: KIDS. This is the perfect restaurant for parents looking to throw down just a little coin for something vaguely fancy, but not at the risk of getting glares from a hundred stuffy, be-blazered diners. Where you fall on that is obviously your call. On our most recent trip, I watched a boy squirm so much his chair fell over and then he cried for the next five minutes, but I also watched a baby happily blow spit bubbles in a way that made me want to sing songs about rainbows while skipping through a meadow. My heart was that light.
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