there's a pinkberry on st. marks a few blocks from my apartment. there's usually a line, and although i'm curious, i had always refused to give in. well tonight, i caved. i was walking home from the west village, and low and behold. i decided to go in. 

i tried the small pinkberry with fruity pebbles topping tonight. i have to say, not baaaad. now i know why some call it crackberry. i mean, the "yogurt" has some sorta yummy taste that was like a happy explosion in my mouth. 

below is the photo of my cup...after i finished every last bit of it of course.