I’ve never tried Pinkberry. Or Red Mango. Or the zil­lion other yogurt joints that seem to be required to put some com­bi­na­tion of a fruit and a color in their name. Most frozen yogurt, hon­estly, kind of grosses me out. It always just tastes…fake. Good old dairy-aisle yogurt, on the other hand, I love. I grew up mix­ing honey, wheat germ and bananas into plain Dan­non. Our fridge almost always has at least one con­tainer of Fage. I will try almost any yogurt that I can get my hands on.

I finally got a taste of the tart froyo after we moved here at a shop with erratic hours called Organic Yogurt. Later, I tried Alle­gria in Coconut Creek. In an attempt to cor­ner the mar­ket on food trends of the past ten years, the store also sells cup­cakes: a genius com­bi­na­tion, as far as I’m con­cerned. Unfor­tu­nately, the cup­cakes suck. The frozen yogurt, though, is dandy.

Over the week­end, a tart yogurt crav­ing hit. We tried Organic Yogurt, only to dis­cover a For Rent sign in the win­dow. I fell asleep think­ing about the creamy treat. The next day, out run­ning errands, I fig­ured I’d get my fix at Forty Car­rots, the café inside Bloomingdale’s. It’s been a while since I’ve lived near a Bloomingdale’s, but I used to love get­ting a cup of yogurt and walk­ing around the beauty floor. Forty Car­rots, sadly, was out of the plain fla­vor and wasn’t sure when it would be back.

I picked up my phone and started googling. We drove out to a place that sup­pos­edly exists in West Boca and were met with another For Rent sign.

Today noth­ing was get­ting in my yogurt way. I found Lutz Delight (a hike, yes, but I was feel­ing adven­tur­ous). And? It was awe­some. Yogurt nir­vana: achieved. Now, how to con­vince the own­ers to open a shop in Boca?