Nobody goes to Serendipity 3 for real food, do they? The cartoonish dishes on the menu — monster meatballs and spaghetti, triple decker grilled cheese sandwiches, dinosaur-sized beef ribs — are merely a warm-up for the main course: dessert.
In the over-the-top frozen food area, this South Beach outpost of the New York icon does not disappoint. Who has room for a hot dog as long as your arm topped with chili? We do. While there are salmon and salad nods to the celery-sucking South Beach bikini crowd, most of the menu appears to have been written by Paula Deen, pre-diabetes. Serendipity is for the young and young at heart — before their first cholesterol screening.
Serendipity’s New York flagship, whose following included Marilyn Monroe, Jackie O and Andy Warhol, has outposts in Las Vegas, Washington, D.C., and Boca Raton (inside the Boca Raton Resort & Club). The name refers to chance encounters with the pleasantly unexpected, and we enjoyed a few bits of serendipity on our two visits. First: no lines. Unlike the 58-year-old Upper East Side original, you don’t have to stand for two hours. Second: better-than-average burgers.
Ambience: The Willy Wonka atmosphere in the narrow space is all hustle and clatter, and the cutesy décor includes faux Tiffany lights, old-fashioned signs and lots of booths. This being South Beach, there’s also a bar and a four-page menu of drinks like the “say hello to my little friend” (vodka, A1 sauce and blue cheese-stuffed olive).
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