We celebrated the move into Brentwood by going to Pinkberry several times over the past couple of weeks, which is a huge departure for my all-time favorite fro-yo-- the one you get right before you go into Costco to buy your bulk protein bars and paper towels. Overall, I like the Pinkberry thing-- techno music, pastel colors, tart and fruity yogurt with fruit toppings, but jeez.....just when I thought fro-yo couldn't get any gayer.....hello Pinkberry!
Don't get me wrong-- it's good yogurt, but for $4.50, I half expected Cher to pop out and sing me a song while they mixed in my topping.
Am I alone in my nostalgia for the frozen yogurt of the 80's? When I was in high school, there was nothing quite like hanging out at the Penguin's on Hwy 111, right across the street from the mall. Yogurt was chocolate-vanilla swirl, not GREEN TEA. Why do kids need caffeine in their yogurt? Why do they even know about GREEN TEA? I think when I was a kid, the only time I'd ever had green tea was in that ice cream they serve you for dessert at Kobe's. Also, what exactly is lychee? I wasn't brave enough to actually get it IN the yogurt, but the Pinkberry guy made me try it. Overall, it had the consistency of sushi, and tasted like a plum. THIS is what kids are eating? Wow.
And that, my friends, was my old lady moment. Pinkberry has got to be the gayest fro-yo store I've ever seen. It couldn't be gayer even if they had chandeliers in the bathroom, if you know what I mean. I see what they're going for, but I have to say that given a side by side comparison, I'm still picking the Costco swirl fro-yo.

do you remember that tony orlando owned penguins? tie a yellow ribbon tony. i worked there. ugh.
Posted by: amber | Monday, August 20, 2007 at 07:29 AM
I hate Pinkberry. I mean, the product itself is only so-so and everyone about craps there pants if you so much as mention the name. I want my frozen yogurt to taste like ice cream. Or better yet, just give me ice cream.
In a related note, I don't think I'd heard of green tea until recently. Nor had I eaten guacamole, seen an avocado, or seen a real, live Mexican person. And you may blame that on me being a West Virginia, but I'd been all up and down the east coast and all over Europe before I moved here. Cali is weird. A little "nag champa", if you catch my drift.
Posted by: Rachel | Monday, August 20, 2007 at 10:07 AM
I applied for a job at that Penguin's on Hwy 111, but they wouldn't hire me. That's how I ended up working at the Orange Julius in the Mall (with you Lori)...
Talk about nostalgia... actually nostaliga would mean that I somehow miss that period of my life, and that is certainly not the case!
Posted by: Brandi McKay | Tuesday, August 21, 2007 at 09:28 AM