The Perfect Blunder

Are you a believer of fate or do you feel its just dumb luck? On Monday, while standing in line to retrieve my ticket to board the Eurostar for a day trip to Paris, I realized I forgot my passport. My stomach hit the floor and I turned around ready to face my day, right where I was.

Without this blunder, I would of never stumbled on a Venetian style baraco in Soho called Polpo. It was rustic, fun and served the perfect fennel & curly endive salad (served with a 250ml glass of cabernet of course.)



Or, finally try Ben's Cookies



{photo via savory bites}

Lesson? Sometimes, right where you are is right where you need to be.

I hope you all experience a perfect blunder!
k.o