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| - You are a Boba place. You should have Boba.
Two days in a row I have been here and been told that there is no more Boba. This time, it was at 5:30 pm, well before the business closes for the evening (1 am). The milk tea is okay, but not worth driving and spending my hard-earned cash to come here, only to be told that there is no Boba YET AGAIN.
My fiance's milk tea tasted entirely different than it did the day before. It was disgustingly sweet and watery. I strongly dislike inconsistency, so this was a big downer for me. I also had the pleasure of witnessing the girls making my drink discussing how they "really didn't know how I make a Thai tea". Really??!? I guess that's why it took over twenty minutes for them to figure out how to do it, even though our drinks were the only ones they were making at the time. Maybe if there was a long line of orders I would be more understanding... but instead, I was steamed. I wanted to hop behind the counter and make my own drink. It would have been quicker.
The tea that was used in my drink was sitting out in a big, warm, frothy vat. Yummy. The evaporated milk came from an already-opened can that looked all crusty on the sides. Worse yet, they didn't put any ice in the cup, so I was left with the unobscured sight of odd orange floaties drifting around in my tea. Ick. I threw my drink away. Between the warm temperature, oddly frothy texture, and random mystery floaters, I knew it wouldn't go down the hatch without a fight from a very unwilling stomach. (SEE NASTY PHOTO)
Save your money. It's not worth it. Go to a real Boba place... You know, where they sell Boba. This place is vile.
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