Jamba juice would be the happist place on earth but for two problems:
1.) The sound of six blenders working in overdrive simultaneously makes my brain bleed and,
2.) The Bunny Ranch is the happiest place on earth.
As JJ's go, this one is typically clean and staffed with the typical compliment of perky teen-agers all reeking of over-ripe fruit. Is it expensive for a smoothie? Hell yeah. Is it probably out of your way in the morning? Yeah (unless you're a poor shmuck and work at the McDonalds next door). Are you going to make smoothies on your own using 4 different fruits and orange sherbert complete with nebulously defined "boosts?"
Fuck no.
Drop the $5 and get a smoothie from Jamba. Jambo means hello, but Jamba means corporate health-craze capitalism. Hip, Hip.....hooray.