One of the highlights from my childhood visits to New Jersey was looking forward to an abundance of Yoo-Hoo in the Armpit State. Living in southeastern Virginia in the early 1980s was difficult for a kid whose tank ran on said chocolate fuel. Groceries like the Be-Lo and Giant Open Air didn't stock the favored dessert-in-a-bottle on their shelves. Rather, they opted for the likeminded potion of Chocolate Brownie (or is it Brownie Chocolate?). An OK substitute, sure, but not nearly the same drink found in Yankee markets. Well, Yoo-Hoo got smart like Maxwell at some point (late '80s/early '90s, me thinks) and decided to stretch its tentacles in points south of En Jay and En Why. 'Bout damn time, 'cause I'd grown tired of my grandparents using the stuff as a bargaining chip for visiting them.
There's an old saying that goes, "You can't improve on perfection." Well, with this Double Fudge ball, Yoo-Hoo's rolled a game with many open frames. Whereas the choco blend in the original is smooth like a PBA pair of lanes, the strong grit rubs against my tongue like cracks in the floor at the long-closed Plaza Bowl in VB. Also, the Chocolate Drink's usual three-strike finish is countered by the Double Fudge duffer with a closing 7-10 split. Look, I enjoy fudge as much as the next league bowler. But like the Butterfinger Milk mistake of past ten-framers, Yoo-Hoo Double Fudge misses too many single-pin counts. Stick with the pro.
138 (my career average) on a 300-point scale.
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