Seagull’s Yogurt Ice Cream—A Sour-Sweet Surprise on the Island 🍦

Wandering Male, I’ve learned the best eats hide in unassuming alleys. Seagull Cafe is one of them—tucked off a main street, yet its yogurt ice cream turns every customer into a repeat visitor. 🍦 Yogurt Ice Cream: Rich as Frozen Yogurt, Perfectly Balanced Sour-Sweet The first time I walked in, a friend dragged me: “They say this yogurt ice cream is life-changing—skip it, and you’ve wasted your trip to Male.” The freezer was stacked with scoops like little snow-capped mountains; besides the signature yogurt, there were chocolate, mango, and other classics, but almost everyone in line pointed to “yogurt.” I ordered a double-scoop cone (66 MVR, and was shocked by its weight—the scoop was dense, the cone cracking “crunch” when bitten. The first bite made my eyes widen: not icy slush, but creamy as frozen Greek yogurt, tanginess tucked under milkiness, finishing with a faint honey sweetness—no cloying sugar rush. My friend nodded while eating: “No wonder it’s ‘Top 1’—this texture beats most trendy shops.” Halfway through, I noticed its “probiotic power”—as someone with a sensitive stomach, I felt my gut “wake up” soon after. My friend laughed: “It’s like built-in digestion,” though it varies—she had zero reaction and could’ve eaten another scoop. 🧱 Cafe Vibe: Cozy Spot, But Watch the “Landmine” Seagull’s small but charming: light blue walls hung with Maldivian photos, wooden tables polished to a shine, window plants trailing leaves. Sunlight streamed in, slowing even the sweet aroma of ice cream. We almost stayed for lunch—until my friend’s “teriyaki chicken rice” arrived. The bowl looked fine: chicken strips in dark sauce, white rice, blanched broccoli. My friend (forked) a piece, her face scrunching: “This chicken tastes frozen for six months—dry as sawdust, sauce sickly sweet with a weird fishy tang.” I tried a bite—yep, the rice was hard as undercooked grain. The whole bowl went mostly untouched. Later, a local at the next table said: “Only the ice cream works here—skip hot dishes.” Truth. 📍 Finding It: Male’s Small—Just Follow the Map Don’t fear “the alley”—Male’s tiny. Search “Seagull Cafe” on Google Maps; it’ll lead you down a frangipani-lined lane. You’ll spot the white sign with a seagull holding an ice cream—impossible to miss. We went at 3 PM, waited 5 minutes. Rush hour might mean a wait, but honestly? Just come for the ice cream. Leaving, the last bite of my cone lingered, sunlight stretching shadows long. Male’s charm lies in these small joys—no need to splurge, just a treat that lights up your taste buds. Even with the hot dish fail, that yogurt ice cream owns the “Male memory” top spot. Next time, I’m getting a triple-scoop cup, sitting by the window, savoring every spoonful. Cone crispness doesn’t matter—this sour-sweet goodness is etched in my mind. #Maldives #MaleEats #SeagullCafe #YogurtIceCream #MaldivesFoodGuide