Yahoo tastes like an egg cream. Maybe it’s a NYC thing.
Yoohoo always brings to mind a hot summer evening in Kansas, sitting on the rough concrete curb of my uncle Paul's general store, just as the lightning bugs were coming out... Every time I take that first gulp of an ice cold Yoohoo, I am right back there in an instant... I can smell the hot dirt and feel the gravel under my toes...
Needless to say, I still have one every now and then... They are rare up here. every year or two I see one, and I can't help myself.