Ffffound Frolick

My boyfriend husband and I are responsible yoghurt citizens.

We know first up what’s audaciously great about Frolicky yoghurt.

We can have it at anytime of the day (up to 1 a.m. on weekends and 11 p.m. on weekdays) and we can have it topless or with as many toppings as our pocket change can afford.

Strawberries and crushed vanilla capped biscuits bowl us over all the time. We sometimes do flips too, so happy are we with what we think are the most explicit toppings known to man. The oreo cookies and granola in 3rd and 4th place respectively. Please applaud.

Seconds very necessary too even if our teeth’s aching or in the circumstance of a brain freeze. Thirds are possible for those who dare.

They don’t even have proper tables for us to lick our yoghurts. Only benches are provided, and even then, sitting on the uncushioned hard benches a pain in the butt we can live with as long as we have our yog fix.

They stay hard longer too – whether its peach or mango yog.

We also love the buttoned deco, giving the shop a rawking ambience as we people watch holland villagers breezing past us, laughing, rushing to places.

Yoghurt on Saturday nights. Make that a national pastime.