Three things I should remind you of before we jump into this third post of my Melbourne adventures.
1. I had Cacao Green frozen yoghurt and a Dark Mocha Soy Frappuccino for lunch on Friday.
2. I stole some of I-Hua’s Cacao Green frozen yoghurt before dinner on Friday night.
3. I had cake for breakfast on Saturday morning.
4. I’m clearly a savoury girl at heart, as this post further proves. (Okay, four things.)
After our breakfast shenanigans with Adrian on Saturday morning, I-Hua, The Boy, and I decided to explore the South Melbourne markets and surrounding area before choosing a place for lunch. We bought flowers and blueberries, second-hand Enid Blyton books, and gloriously aromatic coffee beans that made my room smell like heaven for days.
After sufficient time had passed, we piled back into the car and began driving to an as-yet-unknown lunch destination. Pho was discussed and Asian desserts almost decided upon when I, very nonchalantly and without even a hint of ulterior motive*, enquired as to whether South Yarra and Story in a Cup were nearby.
At first I was surprised at how quickly I-Hua jumped on the frozen-yoghurt-for-lunch bandwagon, but then I remembered that she doesn’t love Asian desserts. Everybody wins!
Sidenote Of Excitement: As we walked down the arcade where Story in a Cup resides, I saw a vaguely-familiar face and heard an almighty shriek. Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, Bryan (whom I was supposed to meet for the first time that night at dinner) had chosen a cafe in that very arcade to drink coffee in. Well met, sir, well met.
Story in a Cup is a new self-serve frozen yoghurt cafe in Melbourne where you pay by weight and have access to a myriad toppings to make your soul fly. I-Hua laughed at me because I asked for samples of the pomegranate, chocolate, and French cookies and creme flavours but then served myself the tart original and matcha flavours, but I say life is more exciting when you act like a nincompoop.
I-Hua and The Boy shared a cup of coconut mixed with French cookies and creme, though they both spent more time playing on Instagram than eating. Oh, bloggers.
Our hearts happily sated with sweetness, we returned home for a few hours before dinner. And what, pray tell, did we Classic Disney-Loving Angle Babes do with those few hours? Why, we watched Pocahontas, of course.
And realised that it really isn’t as good as the other Classic Disneys. And that the complete and overt lack of quality and effort in the animation, as well as elements of the characterisation and plot, seem really rather… racist. Both to the Native Americans and the English. Yep, more Disney Deconstruction! Also, it was quite irritating to discover that after everything Pocahontas and John Smith went through, she ended up marrying some other John dude. Not impressed, say I. Not impressed.
Still, we did enjoy belting out “Colours of the Wind” and “Just Around The Riverbend”, and surely that’s all that matters.
Question Time: Are you a fan of frozen yoghurt? Anyone want to stand up and defend Pocahontas to me?