It’s rare that an establishment that satisfies my innermost desires season after season, but you do it.
Sure, Starbucks has delectable brews in their ventis or talls or whatever language they speak in the land of the Seattle bean. But, Scooters, you have something more. You have yogurt.
|I’m sorry, Scooters. I had to cheat when we were in Colorado. Please forgive me.|
In the early Fall months, driving to work, anticipating the long day ahead filled with whiny teenagers, bad writing, and explanations of literary devices, you beckon me to sip your pumpkin spiced latte. Oh, and your barista in the drive-thru even laughs and asks if I want whipped creme when I make it skinny. I love a good sense of humor in a drive-thru coffee goddess.
In the summer (or who are we kidding, whenever the craving strikes), you have two nearby locations of Scooters’ Yogurt, formally known as Yoji. Your sensual flavors like carmelicious, peanut butter, and cake batter, cause me to visit almost every weekend. Peanut butter cups, cookie dough, strawberries, kiwis, even raspberries on occasion beg me to choose them for the garnish on my froyo.
|Liv at Scooters with her own yummy froyo|
|Liv at Scooters (Yoji) at around 5 months. This was just one of many trips to Yoji/Scooters with Aunt Liz and mom. Her first taste of froyo was around 6 weeks. Thanks, Auntie Liz. It was just a little lick.|
Your courteous staff, mouth-watering winter and summer delights, and proximity to home make you the perfect escape for myself and my family.
Thank you, Scooters.