Just when I'd thought I had found the most delicious food this city has to offer, I was proved wrong. And oh how I love being wrong (at least in this instance). On an evening out with the girls from work, we chose a place none of us had ever eaten at, The Melting Pot. I'll be honest, we spent a good thirty minutes just trying to figure out how the menu and ordering process was suppose to work. If you've eaten there before, you understand. Not only the confusion of the menu, but it's hard to decide when confronted with three of my favorite "c" words: cheese. chicken. chocolate. And I could have them all. Our waiter, bless his patience, explained (and re-explained) how to order and eventually started bringing out all our fondue courses. Spinach and artichoke dip, tortillas, stuffed mushrooms, caesar salad.
Food. Friends. Gossip. It was turning out to be a rather relaxing night out after work. Then it happened.
Dessert.
Can't decide on your favorite type of chocolate? That's ok, you can have them both. Milk chocolate. White chocolate. Swirled together in delicious yumminess.
But wait, you're going to serve that with rice krispie treats? Bring on that platter. And plan on bringing along seconds.
