Last Friday, I went to Pinkberry. I gave their character-less, low calorie, not really fat-free, turd-like swirl of frozen goo another chance. Conclusion? It still kind of sucks. (The suckiness has nothing to do with the turd-like swirl. Many frozen rope-like desserts employ the turd-like swirl technique, a presentation that I am a fan of. You just can't deny that it looks like a turd pile. And now I have reached my quota of how many times I should say "turd" in one paragraph.)
But for dessert #1, I ate a cup of pistachio gelato and pear sorbet (topped with an extra plop of frutti di bosco, or mixed berries) from L'Arte del Gelato. That was the original plan after eating dinner with Karen, Julie, and Tyler—to just eat gelato. Good ol' gelato. Creamy. Flavorful. Nutty. Fatty. Fruity. Rich. Clean. Tasty. Goodness. It's predictably awesome. (The only non-awesome thing was that they weren't carrying grape sorbet or yogurt gelato like they did the week before. Their yogurt gelato totally kicks froyo's ass. To the moon. Of an undiscovered galaxy. That's really far away. But I only just realized that people don't eat froyo because it taste like yogurt, but because it tastes like froyo. Which is different. Or something.)
A trip was made to Pinkberry at Tyler's request. While he wasn't hungry when we were at L'Arte del Gelato, the froyo craving kicked in as soon as we left. He had a two-for-one coupon that no one else wanted to take advantage of. I may not be a big fan of froyo, but I'll eat it if it's free. For I am a glutton, and I have no shame.
I latched onto Tyler's Pinkberry addiction with a small cup of plain froyo with mochi and blueberries. Does food taste better when it's free? Yes. But I have yet to understand the cult-like following it has garnered. The flavor wasn't very tart or...flavorful, and the texture, while smooth, tasted insubstantial. I wouldn't say it tasted bad—it just felt so inadequately ephemeral. I'd rather eat a bowl of the toppings than the froyo. A bowl of mochi balls and blueberries sounds rather nice when I think about it.
I know people don't turn to Pinkberry for complex flavors and textures. It's not like everything I eat has to be full of depth. But FROYO (mostly Pinkberry) IS EVERYWHERE AND I CANNOT IGNORE IT AND, ARRHGHG, FROYO IN MY EYES, IN MY BRAIN, IN MY SPLEEEN, HUAHSDUhudfhuggurgle...
I guess I can understand if you've acquired the taste for Pinkberry's froyo. You can float your boat however you want. Hopefully that leaves more gelato for me.