Russian Roulette: Boba Tea Edition
A nightmare of choices with tapioca rewards (peep the menu).
At my old place, my favorite boba shop was nearly a half-hour drive. I still made the trip, because once you find *your* spot, nothing else measures up.
When I sold my house and moved into this apartment, I didn’t even realize how close I was to it. Pleasant surprise: it’s now only ten minutes away.
The best part? Their menu is absolutely loaded—pages of drinks, toppings, flavors, mix-ins. It looks amazing. The worst part? For my auDHD brain, it’s like sensory roulette. Too many choices = instant haywire. Do I want taro? Do I want cheese foam? Should I stick to my usual or risk decision regret for the rest of the night?
I’ve even had to consult Sage for suggestions by literally uploading the menu, sending pictures, and asking for help like it’s a group project. That’s how overwhelming it gets.
Even so, I’ve still made the wrong call before. Just the other day I literally went back within ten minutes of my drinking my first order because I couldn’t stop thinking about what I should have picked. Ended up walking out with a second boba tea (and drinking the entire thing) like it was completely normal.
So yes, it’s a blessing to be closer… but also a danger zone for my wallet and my executive function.
And that's how the “boba tea” piggy bank image started. It’s basically my tip jar for semi-sweet, pearly goodness.
Don't believe me? Click this to peep the menu...
Click the piggybank below to fuel my writing with boba tea 🧋
Click on the fries below to share with friends 🍟
