A Pinkberry moment in the East Village……

What fun to have a quick pre Christmas week-end in New York, all four of us. But before dad flew in to join us from St. Petersburg, we had a girls’ afternoon: wandering around Soho and the East Village, it was an unseasonably warm December afternoon.

Thank you for insisting on treating us to Pinkberry before we headed back to our hotel, Izzy. It brought back memories of the craze when it first opened in Los Angeles, and the excitement when one popped open on Montana Avenue round the corner from home.

Here’s a picture of what I ordered: peppermint flavour with toppings of granola and mixed nuts.  You two, always predictable, had the original with fresh raspberries and chocolate buds. Always good.