The Lure of Frozen Yogurt

After resisting the charms of frozen yogurt chains Cocoberry and Fro Yo, I've fallen prey to the newest kid on the block. Set among the plethora of cafes and eateries off Bandra's Carter Road, Yogurtbay is just a tiny nook. In fact, I doubt two customers could enter the place at once.

Thankfully, the place was empty of any customers when I walked by. Except for a punk rocker enjoying his yogurt who then turned out to be the guy running the place.

Yogurtbay has three soft serve machines churning out frozen yogurt and a few dozen toppings on the counter (fruits, nuts, chocolates, everything under the sun). I got confused by the options and asked the guy to suggest. Which was a good thing because his bestselling topping was hidden under the counter. So the little tub I got is called frozen blueberry cheesecake. First he put some cake crumbs in the tub. Then a rather large serving of blueberry frozen yogurt, a topping of canned blueberries and finally some more cake crumbs. Move over icecreams and gelatos, this is a truly delicious affair.

Comments

Jayanthy Kumaran said…

I bet that is super yummy n tasty..
do drop by my blog too..:)
Tasty Appetite

May 7, 2011 at 5:43 AM

suvi said…

I find frozen yogurt irrestible!

May 8, 2011 at 7:41 AM

Champa said…

I guess you will be visiting that nook pretty often then? Ask him to give you a discount for mentioning on the blog. Just kidding.

May 9, 2011 at 2:08 AM

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