416 South Street
The next part of our food journey brings us to South Street, where we’ll take you for our next six entries!
Philadelphia isn’t stranger to the frozen yogurt craze, and so our first stop was Phileo Yogurt. The name “Philly-yo!” fits in perfectly with the hip, unique-to-Philly vibe of South Street.
Upon arriving, we were blown away by the fancy lime-green-and-pink color scheme of the place, though it didn’t quite match our outfits… we’ll have to call ahead next time and have a word with the management on that one.
Pete managed to decipher Phileo’s secret instructions for how to obtain the yogurt, which the owners must have foolishly left posted right on the wall. Haha!
The yogurt cups were perfectly sized for four people, so we grabbed one and got to work.
One thing Phileo’s got going for it over most yogurt stops is the flavors! My gosh, we didn’t know there could be anything more than plain tart, chocolate, and vanilla, but they had cheesecake, green tea, strawberry, coffee, lychee tart, banana, cookies and cream, peach, snickerdoodle, and more!
It was unclear how these mysterious in-the-wall dispensing machines worked (hydraulics? electricity? trolls), but it didn’t matter — we selected our favorite flavors and were off toward the register…
Of course along the way we stopped to greet some die-hard fans for a 3-hour photo-op:
Our yogurt obviously melted. We freaked, having no idea how much melted yogurt would cost. Luckily the kind employee at the register refroze it for us with some liquid nitrogen (just like that stuff they have at the Franklin Institute!) At $0.49/ounce, ours cost only $3!
We all took spoons, clinked, and tasted… and it was delicious! So cold and creamy, and every flavor was sublime! King Alon’s favorite was the tart, while Josh and Pete preferred Peanut Butter.
We had a dessert-tastic time at Phileo, but sadly it was time to depart.
Josh and Pete were so sad they wept and wept, and almost slipped on their own tears! Lem threw down the “Caution: Wet Floor” sign in the nick of time. It was in Spanish though, so they fell anyway.
Good old King Alon decided to cheer everyone up. He took them to his best friend’s castle for games and silly antics.