Driving to work a few weeks ago, I saw a sign on the sidewalk outside this little strip mall that simply said “Self Serve Frozen Yogurt.” No shop name, just an unassuming sign: “Self Serve Frozen Yogurt.” Kind of odd, I thought. What does that even mean? I can just walk in, grab some yogurt and go? Hm.
Friday night was one of those “we-had-plans-but-bagged-them-to-just-relax-and-hang-out” nights. Isaac and I ended up at Borders, skimming all 2467 books on the Nikon D5000. We were going to stop at Dairy Queen on the way home, but ran into another one of those “Self Serve Frozen Yogurt” signs – only this time, it was a real, blinking, lighted shop sign.
All I can say is…amazing. There were eight or ten frozen yogurt dispensers along the wall and every topping you could ever think of in a kiosk in the middle. Pick your flavor, dress up your yogurt with fruit, candy, nuts and sauces, and pay by the ounce. I don’t remember how much it cost per ounce, but we both got all the yogurt and toppings we wanted for seven bucks total.
Isaac’s was way prettier than mine. I put oreo cookies, caramel sauce, strawberries, raspberries, almonds, two kind of yogurt and chocolate sauce on top. Amazing, but definitely not pretty.
So, two shops in Salem, and just yesterday I saw one in Portland. Is self-serve frozen yogurt the new cupcake?