(Seattle?s Best Frozen Yogurt, Part One: Red Mango)
(SBFY Part Two: Shy Giant)
(SBFY Part Three: Shnoo)
(SBFY Part Four: YoBerry)
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SBFY Part Five: Crazyberry
WHERE:Crazyberry, 131 Broadway Ave. E.
WHAT: Small mango frozen yogurt with (6) raspberries (and a free Pocky)
WHEN: Today, 11:05 a.m. ? 12:35 p.m.
COST: $2.73 (no charge for the topping because I waited so long)
WOULD I GO AGAIN? No.
OFFICIAL TASTING NOTES:
OFFICIAL TASTING NOTES:
11:05 a.m. I show up at Crazyberry according to the hours I found on their website last week, but this week, they?ve changed. Silly me. A woman dressed in a flouncy miniskirt and black high heels is fiddling with the lock; she tells me to come back at noon. I wonder if she?s had to make the walk of shame to work, or if stilettos are de rigueur at Crazyberry.
Sweet, I think. Unplanned relaxation, in the middle of a Monday. I buy bagels, a cup of coffee, and I read something I?ve been toting around with me for days.
12:02 p.m. I join a crowd of college kids perched on Crazyberry?s tall, modern stools. The woman with the heels is indeed the yogurtista (is that the word?); she tells us the yogurt is not yet done freezing.
I step outside to make a phone call, then I put more money in my meter. I come back, scan the flavors (plain, green tea, and strawberry) and the toppings, and wonder what a ?redberry? is, besides a Chinese BlackBerry. Then we wait long enough that I forget about the redberries.
12:20 p.m. Yogurtista announces that the strawberry flavor is ready. I line up, and watch as everyone orders strawberry. Someone asks where the bananas are, and she launches into a diatribe on how hard it is to keep bananas in a store like theirs, because they have to be refrigerated, and everyone knows bananas turn black in the refrigerator.
I hope I leave before the fan from the yogurt machine kicks into high gear, pushing the Marilyn Monroe skirt wave it?s already giving the yogurtista too close to pornography.
12:28 p.m. My turn. My sample of the strawberry tastes a little like Laffy Taffy to me, a bit candyish for pre-lunch fro yo, so I ask when the other flavors will be ready. She tests, and declares both the original and the mango are ready. (Where is the green tea?)
I can see the chunks in the original as she swirls it into my sample cup, so I order the mango, which is much more gently sweetened than the strawberry, but still sort of artificial tasting, even though it?s short on mango flavor. I long for the true-fruit taste of Shy Giant.
I order raspberries, which she says she won?t charge me for because I waited 30 minutes. (Nice.) She pokes a Pocky into my yogurt, and as I leave, I can hear her clicking on her heels into the back room for ice.
Crazyberry?s site says the yogurt is ?almost a bit icy,? and I'm cool if not every yogurt place is going for super creamy, but what I get has M&M-sized pellets of ice in it. Waiting half an hour for yogurt (on top of the first hour, which was my own mistake) has made me pissy enough that I eat the raspberries (which are fresh), take a few bites of the half-frozen, half-chunky yogurt, and toss it. It?s lunch time.
But apparently Crazyberry?s yogurt removes facial wrinkles. If only I?d known . . .
Crazyberry, 131 Broadway Ave. E., CAPITOL HILL. Open 12 p.m. ? 9 p.m.