What I'm thankful for

Boba on Thanksgiving.


Grandma who drinks boba on Thanksgiving.

Would you rather...

...Drown in mayo or be stoned to death with pickles? Be invisible or fly? Do cartwheels constantly or be striped like a zebra? Eat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dishwashing liquid? Speak backwards or only be able to mouth words silently? Be married to Bush or Palin?

And most importantly, drink boba everyday or never drink boba again, EVER?

I think I know what your answer would be. And I think you know mine, too.

Anyways, I'd gone a whole month without boba until tonight, when I hit up Boba Loca near USC. It was meh, but it's kinda like this: If you haven't had ________ in a month, any ________ is good.

I know what you're thinking. And you probably know what I'm thinking, too.



(Boba, of course.)

It's all for you

For my loyal readers: If you don't know this already, Boba Find will hook you up with boba places in your zip code. Of course, this makes my blog less relevant and useful to you, but I'm hoping you love me enough to overlook that fact.

(Thanks to the future Dr. Lin, who introduced me to this gem.)

A first

Los Angeles - This is my first blog entry that's not about boba. Rather, it's about the absence of boba in my life. I think I've gone a solid month without a single sip of boba. A month! How did I function these last 30 days?

I didn't even celebrate the election with boba. (And really, if there was ever reason to celebrate...) That's pretty weird, given the fact that I've actually made up reasons, and possibly holidays, to celebrate just so I could justify having boba.

I think I need a boba buddy. Someone to keep me motivated and on my game. My reader(s) are counting on me, after all.

Boba a.m.

Los Angeles - This sounds gross, but have you ever had boba first thing in the morning? It's kind of awesome.

Inconsistencies

Los Angeles - Since my hideous TenRen experience in Sydney (followed by an equally appalling TenRen experience in Melbourne), I'd been reluctant to try TenRen here in the States. However, in the spirit of generosity, I decided to give the T to the R another shot. Third time's the charm, apparently, because the TenRen in Monterey Park is baller. I immediately texted my friend J in Boston to share the good news: "You were right. TenRen is good. Our friendship may now recommence." (paraphrased)

Conversely, the Lollicup I grabbed in Koreatown today was not nearly as impressive as the Lollicup I had in Guilin, back when I was a crazy kid traipsing around China. In fact, Guilin Lollicup (or GL, if you will), tops my list of Best Boba Ever.

Which brings me to my point: I guess you can never really pre-judge any given boba, even if you've tried the same chain in another country. I find that alternately frustrating and exciting.

Up next: Things that look like boba. This is weird, but I think you'll like it. You are friends with me, after all. Here's a preview:


Any guesses?

Monterey Park, Calif. - Break out the champagne - $1.50 boba has been located! More importantly, it's GOOD $1.50 boba. Get your own cheapie fix at King Express Tea Cafe, at the corner of Atlantic and Emerson.

Disclaimer: To be clear, I'm not saying this is Verde-caliber boba (which, to date, is still my favorite boba on American soil. I think.). But it's a good milk tea paired with decent tapioca, at a very attractive price. I am quite pleased.