My kind of Birthday

We celebrated my 26th birthday in the 

BIG APPLE. 

(Curiosity led me to google the origin of the"Big Apple" as a nickname for the City That Never Sleeps. A New York Morning Telegraph writer, John J. Fitz Gerald,  used the term Big Apple in reference to New York horse-racing and the nickname stuck! Now you know.)

For my official birthday dinner Allen took me to 

Max Brenner; Chocolate by a Bald Man.

I first visited this magical place with my dear friend Jordan, whom I will forever admire.

She and I ate to our hearts content. Our server thought she looked like Cameron Diaz. I was wearing a necklace with a butterfly on it. So hence we became Cameron D and Butterfly to our server. 

3 years later I returned with my Allen.

Do I look older? Wiser? More beautiful than I was last year?

Let's keep those rhetorical.

We began with a Chocolate Peanut Butter Shake that slipped down my throat like melted gold.

The second course was a Crepe filled with Chocolate, Caramelized Bananas, and English Toffee. It was so rich and full of flavor. It was also the size of my head.

Next was our Fondue. 

Milk and Dark Chocolate. Carmel Sauce. Personal, table fire to roast our Marshmallows. Strawberries. Pineapple. Bananas. Cookies. Brownies. Pound Cake.

Happy.

I actually ate so much chocolate that I got a tummy ache. 

The best tummy ache ever.

Happy Birthday to Me!

amen.