Who You Calling A Bubble?
For the longest time now, I thought I knew what Bubble Tea was. It’s tea with bubbles, right? I drink a lot of water with bubbles, a.k.a. seltzer, but never tea with bubbles. But it was cold out and I was at Tealuxe in Harvard Square, so I reached into my wallet and found an extra 99 cents to hand over, and demanded in no uncertain terms that my China Oolong be given the gift of bubbles.
Maybe you didn’t know this, but Bubble Tea is a terrible misnomer. The drink I was given was as flat as the day is long, except it contained these macadamia-sized tapioca globules that came shooting up the straw and into my mouth unexpectedly. The first pellet to alight on my tongue caused such a shock that I immediately spat it into my partially closed fist and threw the spheroid into the gutter right there in full few of all the geniuses that populate the square. (Everyone here is a genius, including the street people.) Through the magic of google and my phone, I was able to ascertain that the Bubble Tea doesn’t contain bubbles, but giant beads of tapioca, and I was probably not being poisoned.
The experience was unhappy but wasn’t a total failure. I’m now determined to create my own carbonated tea and, to further confuse matters, plan to call it Globule Tea. Keep your eyes peeled for my Kickstarter page.