Fro yo. Yo.

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Please excuse the quality of these photos, taken with a friend’s iPhone. Lesson learned: Don’t be caught at Nobu without one’s camera. And not because Judd Nelson and Casey Affleck just walked by (hey, was that George Clooney?).

I had stopped in just for a cocktail and wound up eating five appetizers and then dessert. We were coerced into dessert -- hey, it happens. There are worse things to be coerced into. The waiter suggested the ‘fro yo,’ promising it was light. Fro yo? I love that Nobu Matsuhisa really knows how to hang on to a trend (especially if it’s one of his own -- after all, he’s still serving black cod with miso and yellowtail with jalapeno). But mostly, I loved that there were the words ‘FRO YO’ on top of the dessert, in meringue. I don’t know if it’s the best use of meringue I’ve seen in a dessert lately -- that might be the mushroom vacherin at Citrus at Social (a meringue mushroom stuffed with chocolate ice cream and whipped cream) -- but it’s at least a close second. (And, as promised, it was light, and pretty tasty. And I wasn’t sorry we were forced -- twist my arm! -- into dessert.)

Nobu, 129 N. La Cienega Blvd., Beverly Hills, (310) 659-9639.

-- Betty Hallock

Photos by (sadly) Betty Hallock