Pinkberry: TCBY or GHB?

I had my first Pinkberry last night, and it was indeed delicious. Not a very appropriate title, though. It's not pink, or sweet, or what you imagine Hello Kitty would eat like I thought, although she would certainly approve of the decor. It's basically a foodstuff like cupcakes or lattes that gives people who normally avoid each other like the plague an excuse to congregate. I swear if Matt Damon hadn't preternaturally pointed out that caramels were as logical an excuse to meet as coffee was in Good Will Hunting, there'd be a super popular caramel store called Brownbutter or something at The Grove. And of course Pinkberry already had its requisite writer on a laptop precariously balanced in one of the tiny pastel chairs.
I'm not against convening to consume, oh no. I just think it's funny that it tends to happen in the nastiest places where people hate each other the most. And since that naturally pits New York against LA, I'm glad LA is gaining ammunition. Now maybe I won't have to hear about Tasty Delight and Magnolia Bakery and H&H bagels and whoever's superbest peanut butter. Oh yeah, you have PLACES in NY? Whoa. It must've been so cool to live there. Eat shit.
I'm just bitter because Indiana has no places. Even the crack research team at The View had trouble coming up with a Hoosier menu for their SuperBowl party episode. They pulled out this "Popcorn, Indiana" that I have NEVER heard of. I mean sure, we have corn, ergo we have popcorn. And EVERYONE knows Orville Redenbacher was from Valparaiso, Indiana, but no one I know has ever heard of this mythical Popcorn, Indiana that Rosie showed us how to make at home. It's now the agreed upon gift I will send my boss periodically after I leave him in order to ingratiate myself to him, though: "Just checking in. Hope you enjoy my homestate's most famous treat, Popcorn, Indiana! I made it from a RECIPE, because I can do PROCEDURAL! Hahahaha! Let's get Pinkberry soon. Miss our talks, Jenny."