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| - There are entirely too many of these types of frozen yogurt parlors popping up throughout the 'Burgh, but at least this one doesn't appear to be a chain. Regardless, there's not much to distinguish it from other businesses of this model other than the rather mod decor which recalls a retro-futuristic bachelor pad (check out the back of the place! there's leather couches!).
It's all self-serve soft serve here (fill yer cups and weigh up at the register), and it's supposedly healthy until you start adding your cheesecake chunks, your cookie dough bits, your Oreo dust...
I think I layered mine with the fro-yo flavors of peanut butter, salted caramel, and something else I don't recall after a post-Tessaro's visit last night with Kay. Everything ended up tasting the same.
Entertainment was provided by a tall, slender, close-cropped well-dressed, middle-aged woman and the gaggle of little girls she was treating. Taylor Swift songs were sung, movie-star playacting occurred, messes were made, hilarity resulted.
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