August 19, 2011 9 Comments
Am I right?
It’s a little like saying, “I’m in the mood for something bland, something white.”
“Nope, frozen yogurt.”In Miami over Christmas, I developed a taste for Yogen Früz. They do a dizzying array of flavours and make them ‘fresh’ for your order; meaning they feed what looks a like soap bar (but is in reality a frozen fruit bar) into a machine that blends it with frozen yogurt. It’s highly addictive, especially chocolate frozen yogurt with Reese’s Pieces candies strewn on top. And yes, I know that by ordering that I am totally missing the point of the whole low-fat thing but you haven’t tried it, you don’t know how good it is.
In Berlin however, frozen yogurt comes in one flavour: yogurt. (Efa’s also does a seasonal flavour.) Which is probably the more honest approach otherwise it’s a bit like tofu burgers. Either you want tofu or you want a burger but to want both is like wanting a Siamesoodle (a cross between a Siamese cat and a poodle, don’t google it, I made it up).