I chuckled upon reading the subject line of a recent email soliciting a daily deal on frozen yogurt. And to think only a few weeks earlier I attempted, and might I add, conquered the recently retired 40 ounce challenge at Lovin’ Spoon.
Lovin’ Spoon serves frozen yogurt (whose slang counterpart is froyo) at two Georgia locations. When its owners, the Kahns, a Jewish couple who have gone to lengths to keep their menus Kosher, realized the absence of froyo in the south, they set up shop. They offer “healthy [sic] low-fat, non-fat and sugar free options” along with a laundry-list of toppings and syrups.
The Savannah location, on Eisenhower and Hodgson Memorial Drives, offers its patrons a variety of flavors, sometimes the same as their Pooler shop. Their machines even mix combinations that come out in swirls of flavor-filled joy. Had I not attempted this challenge, and force-fed the yogurt into my stomach, I could have spent more time concentrating on my taste buds. However, I would suggest trying any one of their weekly flavors before deciding on your favorite.
Hearing, by way of an adviser, that Lovin’ Spoon offered a challenge to anyone who dare attempt it, I had to sign up. The challenge’s name says it all, 40 or more ounces of frozen yogurt and toppings in 30 minutes or less. When I contacted the owner, Diane Kahn, asking to reinstate the challenge one last time she was ecstatic and invited me to come into the shop.
The next day, I found myself filling up a large cup with an assortment of flavors and toppings. On the bottom I layered brownies, followed by a mix of every type of yogurt they offered (see list above), then a layer of granola, another large helping of mix-matched yogurt atop that which began to tilt and top off the cup, and finally, a few brownies to meet the weight requirements of the challenge. The treat was set upon a scale: 40.4 ounces.
I was worried and nervous once the clock started ticking down. The cup started shaking in my hand, the brain freeze commenced and I found myself only two or three bites in.
“Push your finger to the top of your mouth,” Caila, a former staffer and supporter of my endeavor, suggested.
It worked. And soon I found that once you reach the highest peak of the brain freeze you didn’t feel it any longer. So I dove in:
Within 15 minutes, I was done. This is not to say that it wasn’t easy. I almost puked several times and the rich-creamy brownies, while delicious, posed a major obstacle at the end. Maybe next time I will be able to enter Lovin’ Spoon and sit down with a smaller cup, this time enjoying one flavor instead of the gluttony of several.Contact Kenneth Rosen.