This is a story about lies. Lies and frozen yoghurt.
This is a story about lies, frozen yoghurt, and how, sometimes, lies and frozen yoghurt can taste very, very sweet indeed.
This is also a story about my final morning in Melbourne last month. You remember my Melbourne trip, right? It was the trip where I had Starbucks, rooftop beers, and Lord of the Fries on Friday night, a Proud Mary brunch of brilliance on Saturday morning, and then eleven different desserts on Saturday night followed by partying until 5am in the morning.
It was a fantastic trip, but it turned me into a stinkynogood liar. You see, I’d invited the Spyman to join my brother and me for Sunday morning frozen yoghurt, but was forced to tell said Spyman that we weren’t going when it transpired that we wouldn’t have enough time before my flight.
Except, well, as you can see, we kinda did have time, and we kinda did go for froyo. But I swear, it was absolutely last minute and spontaneous. Unplanned! And if it makes you feel any better, Spyman, you have my permission to treat me to two serves of frozen yoghurt next time I visit to make up for how I lied to you this time.
Impeccable logic, Hannah. Impeccable.
Anyhoodle, now that I’ve got my meek admission that I unintentionally lied about frozen yoghurt out of the way, I can tell you about Cacao Green.
And about how much I love frozen yoghurt.
When my brother and I decided that we could squeeze in a quick trip to Cacao Green before my flight home, we managed to convince one of his housemates, the just-being-around-him-is-guaranteed-to-put-you-in-a-better-and-delighted-mood Dan, to join us.
Having Dan along for the treatscapade turned out to be invaluable, for not only did this man create a super-smiley tram ride, he somehow managed to convince the server at Cacao Green that we should be given samples of the cheesecake topping (above, top left) as well as the four flavours of frozen yoghurt on offer that day. Cacao Green doesn’t usually permit customers to sample the toppings.
But honestly, could you refuse this face?
I know I couldn’t. After E.Teacherlord, Dan, and I sampled our way through the chocolate, strawberry, green tea, and original flavours of Cacao Green’s frozen yoghurt, we stepped up to the counter to place our orders. Dan betrayed the trust of the server by requesting original frozen yoghurt with raspberry compote, kiwi fruit, and no cheesecake, so it was up to my brother to save the day by asking for his frozen yoghurt to be topped with mini cheesecake slices.
Looking at this photo, it seems that Cacao Green wasn’t too generous with the sweet, sweet morsels of dense cheesecake. I’m starting to think that our “samples” were deducted, in advance, from my brother’s dessert. I’m sorry, brother. (No I’m not. That was another lie.)
I, however, wasn’t going for a piddly single topping for my frozen yoghurt. I chose the original with fresh pineapple, kiwi fruit and, best of all, mochi balls. Chewy, slightly-sweet, bouncy balls of mochi goodness.
I really, really loved this frozen yoghurt. As I walked back from Melbourne Central with two hilarious menfolk at my side, pausing briefly at the Queen Victoria Markets to eat samples of honey and brie while the menfolk bought their vegetables, I reflected on how content I feel whenever I go to Melbourne.
I promised myself I’d be back, soon if not forever.
And I crossed my fingers that such a promise wouldn’t become a lie.