When I first moved to New York more than five years ago, I was all about Tasti D. I would drag Mike whenever we passed one (despite his assessment that it "tastes like air") and sometimes spend my lunch hour people-watching with a cup of the nutrition-void frozen treat.
Then came a slew of exposés outing Tasti D-Lite as deceptively unhealthy. I consequently pledged loyalty to the newly-arrived Pinkberry, which became a weekend habit when I found myself in SoHo.
When I discovered that even Pinkberry was unnatural, I settled on a neighborhood spot that cultures their own yogurt. No frills, no mysteries, no unpronounceable ingredients.
I can't help but feel that the closing of this Tasti D is a metaphor for my own changed taste and priorities.
And maybe not just mine, but all of New York.
Soon, I imagine, all Americans will be voting with their cones and choosing natural over chemical.
... Or maybe this particular location just had a ton of cockroaches and rat crap behind the counter.
At any rate, RIP Tasti D-Lite.
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