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| - I had fifteen minutes between buying bike parts and going to work. Fro-yo ahoy.
Take a cup, put a flavour of yogurt in it from a self-serve pump, top it with toppings, weigh and pay. The cup, of course, is vastly too big, because that's supposed to make you put more in it. Get your logical thinking brain into gear or you'll end up spending and eating twice as much as you intended.
Anyways, since I have a modicum of self control (Sugar Mountain has not taken advantage of me too hard, yet), I love this concept. I got the honey vanilla Greek yogurt, which has a lovely yogurty flavour and is almost as sweet as ice cream. (They say they 'make' the frozen yogurt in store. It's probably that they mix some flavourings with those little bars of prefrozen yogurt and put it through a blender. Still excellent.)
The toppings were too much to think about. I zeroed in on fresh strawberries and some "poppin' boba", which an employee described as being a tapioca-inspired sweet that's actually made of a seaweed derivative and has juice in the middle. They're a bit smaller than your average bubble tea boba. And... wow, are they fantastic. They made me think of tobiko, in the way that they initially resist being popped, and then they give in and release their tastiness. They gave me a bit of an oral fixation. I was running my tongue over my teeth and thinking about them for about an hour afterwards. No, I told myself, you can't have frozen yogurt twice in a day.
Otherwise the toppings ranged from cookie bits to chocolate-covered pretzels to what looked like bits of fudge and brownies, and of course the obligatory sprinkles and sauces. And flax seeds? Sure, if you need to pretend this is healthy. The only problem is that the toppings bar is at child's-arm-reach level, and since it's self serve, this means there hare probably been little kid fingers all over whatever's in the front row. I didn't want those gummy worms anyways, kid who was grabbing them with his hands before it was my turn.
The store is a nice place to hang out in. You can sit on the patio or at patio type tables indoors, or on leather armchairs, or on giant beanbags. The latter was taken up by a gaggle of preteen girls. I instantly thought I should have my next birthday party here. Everything seems pretty accessible, including the washroom, and even the yogurt pumps unless you're really close to the ground.
My yogurt cup came to just under $5 after tax and before tip.
Support Canadian business! But remember not to neglect the other gelato places all over the same block, because they're all good. I really don't know why most of the women I see on this street are so skinny. Maybe they're just visiting.
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