A couple of weeks ago I discovered the joys of self serve frozen yogurt joints. Normally, I'm an ice cream fan. Not only that, but really I'm an at home ice cream fan. Hello, Ben N Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie! Nice to eat you! NOM NOM NOM.
Of course I'd had Golden Spoon. Stuff's good. OK really only if you take it home and stash it in your freezer for a couple hours. I like my frozen treats like I like my men. Hard. Wait, what was I blogging about?
Back to the self serve fro-yo! Amazing concept for the I want it now and I want it my way kinda world we're living in. About half a dozen or more frozen yogurt flavors and a gazillion topping choices. Including some things I'd never heard of before... I'm lookin' at you oddball Japanese rice candy stuff.
I had my choice in cups, small bucket or large bucket. Another brilliant idea, Self Serve Fro-Yo Mogul! Here's a thing about people you may or may not know which is actually backed up by scientific studies. The bigger your food dish, the more food you will put on it and consume. Since I'm cool and I know this and since I'm fat and I know this, I chose the small bucket.
My first self serve fro-yo was Cookies N Cream yogurt, crushed Oreos, caramel sauce and just because it was there, Golden Grahams. I was pretty lame at the swirl technique, I have to admit. But I was still satisfied with my creation.
Since then, I've tried out two more self serve fro-yo joints and you know what they all have in common (besides that weird Japanese candy, seriously, WTF?) --- They all have tip jars! Let me get this straight. I just spent a few minutes of my time creating for myself the ultimate masterpiece in frozen treats (peanut butter yogurt, gobs of peanuts, tiny caramel cups, Capn Crunch and Reese's peanut butter sauce). I got the cup. I put in the sloppy swirl of yogurt. I put on the exact right amount of toppings. I got my own spoon. I put the cup on your scale. What did you do? You rang me up. You rang me up like the guy at 7-11, like the chick at the grocery store, like the clerk at Blockbuster and YOU. WANT. A. TIP? Here's some things you didn't do... you didn't refill my soda a few times and bring me extra ranch, you didn't whip up a Venti half caf soy upside down Caramel Macchiato, you didn't check my bags at the curb and lug them to a conveyor belt and you sure didn't create this amazing masterpiece I'm gonna NOM the heck out of, so what exactly entitles you to a tip? Seriously, I'd like to know.
