One important thing I neglected to mention last night was that Kat and the Secret Boyfriend (one of those sleazy actor types) took us to Lollicup to experience the phenomenon known as bubble tea. It is also known as boba milk tea–“boba” being both the term for the large tapioca balls that get added to the drink to be sucked up your straw mid-gulp and a Cantonese slang term meaning “dominatrix of breasts.”
For those too lazy to click on the Wikipedia article above, bubble tea is a chilled mixture of tea and milk that gets these large, chewy, black “pearls” of tapioca added to it, along with various other flavors (fruits mostly, but also nuts and flowers like lavender). The attraction is both in the odd mix of flavors and in sucking up something chewy through the fat straw. I tried the safe banana flavor, while the SB went out on a limb and got avocado (which looked a sickly, pale green, but his head didn’t asplode or nuthin’).
I can’t say that I’m a huge fan, but it wasn’t bad. The drink itself was yummy. I’m just not so sure about the chewy pearls (which you can leave out, btw). In any case, I have checked another cultural experience off my life’s to-do list. Hurrah!
Uck. I mean, really, blech. I can’t even imagine sucking some tapioca clump of any flavor through a straw. Maybe my being a lesbian has something to do with it?
You must be a “texture freak” huh?
I think I should try this B&D in a cup.
I had my first, and last, bubble tea in Chinatown about 3 years ago. It was disconcerting, those rubbery pearls shooting up and pinging me in the roof of my mouth. I kept thinking I was going to choke on one.
…is it pretty to look at?
i imagine it would be like drinking some class of collage. shadowbox tea.
bit of lace, an old photo here, stray button, a newspaper clipping from 1944, dried flowers in the corner…