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| - I am not a boba snob. I've never traveled to Taiwan...I've never rolled my own tapioca pearls, (is that even how they're created? God, I'm ignorant), I've never wandered the streets of a quaint village market, looking for the cart of perfectly pink fat straws from which to slurp my boba-speckled beverage. No, my only exposure to boba was, prior to my Boba Juice visit, the delicious but probably criminally inauthentic boba tea stand-type thing in the MU at ASU's main campus. Exposure: limited. Yes, indeed, but I think I somewhat made up for it by trying just about every flavor and flavor combination available...no small feat, but, then again, I did often visit the counter 3 times a day...thank goodness for a high employee turnover rate! Even with my dangerous levels of consumption, it seemed like I never saw the same employee twice.
I never felt the cold and bitter sting of metal cuffs against my wrists -
"Ma'am, you're being placed under arrest...for boba possession, with the intent to distribute."
"No...no, officer, there's been a mistake...all of these drinks, well...they're for me."
The officer's top link wrinkles in disgust as he drops my hands from behind my back.
"Jesus...may God have mercy on your blighted and withered soul."
No, that didn't happen. The stand closed down somewhere during my last years at ASU, and, after a brief period of griping and complaining, I started drinking Starbucks on campus. Beggars can't be choosers.
However, whilst dipping my pinky toe into the abyss of Yelp a few weeks ago, I discovered a listing for Boba Juice. "Oh, that's close," I said to myself, almost cavalier in my disinterest.
I was able to ward off my reintroduction to boba drinks until yesterday, when my boyfriend and I were having an argument. Always the passive aggressive, I decided that the best way to handle the situation was to drive to 19th Ave. and get myself some boba - clearly! Is there any other way to nurse a wound?
It's a little difficult to find, mostly because the strip mall it resides in appears forgotten and empty, despite the apparently non-defunct businesses it houses. It is on the west side of the road, just a little bit past Campbell. There is a big "Grand Opening" banner.
It is very small inside, but pleasant enough for a place where you're probably just going to grab something and leave. There is a boba drink shape in the tile as soon as you walk in, which I thought was a cute and potentially expensive touch that most people won't care about or notice. The people working there were friendly, and the drinks are reasonably price - about $3.35 for a large, including tax. I ordered an Iced Thai Tea with Boba, and I so completely enjoyed it that it was gone before I made it home. Hey, I was getting back into the boba game after years of deprivation - don't hate!
I know I will go back. Probably on a daily basis. It's a ten minute drive from my house, and the tea was great.
One problem - the overwhelming smell of hot dogs inside. Seriously. Why? I hate that smell, and I didn't see "Iced Tea with Hot Dog Jellies" on the menu. I think they might have been making steamed pork buns, but in any case, the smell totally made me want to vomit. For that reason alone, I knocked off a star. When I got into the car, I could still smell the odor in my hair and on my clothes. In fact, I feel like I'm smelling it now. GROSS!
Other than that, it's totally worth a try if you live close and are desperate for some boba.
PS- what is up with avocado-flavored boba drinks? Good? Disgusting? Please advise.
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