A couple of years ago I discovered this wonderful thing called bubble tea.  Somehow drinks have long fascinated me.  I mean it is an odd fascination, but when I hear of a new one, I really need to try it.  I don’t really go in necessarily for anything really exotic food wise.  My friends have eaten all kinds of weird things.  I’ve eaten sushi, goat, alligator and escargot.  Not exactly a list of the craziest things in the world.

Ah yes, the bubble tea.  I’ve long thought that bubble tea was sort of a perfect mix.  I think the tapioca pearls would fit perfectly into a frappacino or something.  A little umami surprise at the bottom of the cup.  I heard that in Japan the coffee drinks have tapioca pearls in them.  That is a fantastic idea.

It is Friday today, which means I don’t eat my regular meal.  Four days a week, I eat high protein, bells and whistles, but Fridays I change it up.  Nothing too crazy, but I got a banh mi, some spring rolls and a bubble tea.  The place I get it at is the class hole in the wall.  There are misspellings on the wall.  The place only takes cash and there is simply a sign outside with a drawing of a sandwich on it.  That’s it.  I said “bubble tea” and he said “what kind?” and I said “strawberry,” assuming some strawberry flavored tea was coming my way.  Instead he took out a blender, put in some strawberries, pressed blend and presto:

Heaven, thy name be bubble tea.