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Listen, I’m not saying I’m going into the City this weekend just so I can be a casual Christine Daae and eat this sundae, but- No wait. That is EXACTLY what I’m saying.

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Humphry Slocombe, 2948 College Ave, Berkeley (Elmwood), CA 94705

Fro-yo girl here. Humphry Slocombe created a new froyo/yogurt ice cream flavor called Mango Lassi. Mango Lassi features mango, whole milk yogurt, cardamom, and house-made lime coconut curry cookies. Plus, they’re donating $1 of every scoop of Mango Lassi sold in May to CAAM, the Center for Asian American Media (the non-profit responsible for CAAM Fest, the Asian American film and media festival).

The Berkeley scoop shop is small with no indoor seating. They had a case of about a dozen ice cream flavors, including vegan ones. Ask for samples. They also had a freezer with pre-packed quarts and ice cream sandwiches, plus sundaes and drinks: hot drinks, affogatos, and cold drinks.  

Mango lassi yogurt ice cream: really tasted like a mango lassi (sweet, lots of fresh mango flavor, not tangy). The cookies didn’t seem to have much lime or coconut curry flavor. I didn’t notice much cardamom either. Nice, rich, dense texture.

Lemon ginger scone ice cream: didn’t taste much lemon, did taste some crystallized ginger. Maybe the sample I got didn’t have any of the lemon curd swirl:

A single scoop was $5.75.

You know you love me. X0 X0, fro-yo girl.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

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Backtracking Part 4: The Universe Hears

Her name was Misha and all I knew about her was that she had blue eyes and a black cat. Her profile picture showed only a quarter of her face, and when I asked about it later she said, “I’m camera shy.” Well shit, so am I, I thought. And I still had my face up on that app! I began to have that feeling I used to get in school when little Bobby or Susie got the same grade as me despite not having done the homework.

We chatted, namely because she was the only person out of the six who’ve “liked” me to consistently respond to my messages. And she didn’t take several days to respond; she responded almost immediately! It was like she was the only non-flakey person in the whole universe. We first talked about cats because I had “liked” that one photo of her quarter face and her cat, and she had “liked” a photo of Pusheen during my Omaha road trip (taken by Catnip). Here is the said photo.

“My coworkers have Pusheen all over their desks,” she said. She told me about Radley, her Bombay cat, who apparently loves attention and is kind of dog-like.

“Do you like dogs?” I asked her.

“I love them! Do you?”

There was that school feeling again, like making friends on the playground. “Wow, apple juice is my favorite too! What else did your mom pack you?”

Misha and I were hitting it off, I could already tell. You can’t go wrong with a girl who likes cats and dogs. The messaging continued for several days, and then one night I got tired of typing on the iPad.

“Hey, do you want to move this conversation over to text? I don’t know how anyone types on these damn iPads,” I wrote.

“Haha, yeah, sure,” she responded, and then gave me her phone number.

We moved from texting to Google Hangouts because I wanted to be able to chat even while at work. It looks like you’re slacking off if you’re constantly on your cell phone in the office. We were talking constantly, from the moment we woke to the minute we went to sleep. I found out the following things about her:

-She grew up in Ohio and hates it there.

-She’s an artist at a video game startup.

-She’s an avid cycler and weightlifter.

-She broke up with her boyfriend of a decade a little over a year ago.

-She’s never been with a girl. In fact, she just came out about a year ago.

The last one there worried me a bit. There are a whole bunch of complications when you’re coming out for the first time. I remember I was a total mental case, and I didn’t know if I wanted to be dating someone draped in that cloak of insecurity and fear. Back in the day, I didn’t want to hold hands in public, and I’d told everyone that Fiddlesticks and I were just friends. My family never knew about her; our relationship was filled with clandestine phone calls, secret love letters, and impromptu visits to her house for “history project work sessions.” It was kind of romantic at first, but did I really want to deal with that shit again?

But then again, it was probably unfair of me to assume all new queers are nutjobs. And the only way to know was to meet in person.

“Do you like ice cream?” I eventually asked.

“Yes, but I try to avoid it. I’ll take Lactaid for Humphry Slocombe any time though,” she replied, Humphry Slocombe being this fancy artisanal ice cream place in the city.

I typed my response, then paused a few seconds, took a deep breath, and sent it. “Well, do you want to take Lactaid next Friday?”

There, I did it. It was out there. I had asked. I was sure she was going to laugh and say, “Oh no, you’ve totally got the wrong idea here.” I bristled at the thought. Why the hell would anyone go on a dating app if not to meet up and either make friends or date.

But she didn’t. I mean, she did laugh, but not because she took me to be a complete buffoon. “Haha, depends on where,” was what she said. “You mean in the city?”

“Yeah. Where do you live?”

“Concord.”

“Oh.” Concord was in the East Bay, somewhere far out there, which means I’m not entirely sure where it is. For all I knew, it was on the other side of the world.

Welp, this isn’t going to work, I thought. Too far.

“It could be an after work thing,” she wrote. “Where do you work?”

“Presidio,” I wrote back. Just as I’d thought, she had no idea where that was either.

“I’ll come to you instead,” I offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, downtown, right? There’s a shuttle that takes me straight there. How’s 5?”

“All right….it’s on my calendar!”

“Hey,” I said, “I don’t even know what you look like!”

“I’ll be wearing a hoodie with a pug on top of some waffles, and flip flops.”

“Oh okay,” I said, trying to push my dislike of flip flops to the back of my head. “See you then.”

And that brings us to date number one...