Go For Tea
I usually don’t participate in restaurant reviews-
simply because I’m not good at it. I lack the impartiality required to be honest. Or perhaps I lack honesty.
Whatever the case, despite my categorization of this page, this is not really a restaurant review (see previous sentence). This is an introduction of my favorite late night past time:
Before I tell you about these places, I must tell you: I’m secretly hoping you never go. I depend on these places to be devoid of crowds so that I can enjoy many a scandalous conversation with girlfriends or cousins or friends late at night. They are open until 3 or 4 am and serve a full menu almost right until close; ice cream is okay when you’re upset, but deep fried shrimp are better. The only drawback is that they don’t serve alcohol but I believe that is how they keep the rabble away. Anyway, the eidetic reader will recall that both Squid and Niki carry flasks.
If you’re unsure: bubble tea is so called because of the sweet chewy ‘bubbles’ of rice flour, but you’ll notice their absence in my mammoth-sized Taro Milk Tea (the purple). I leave the bubbles out so that I have room for my Milk Toast and yes, I shall answer the impending question. Milk toast is a large slice of chinese bread; bread thats chewy, firm, and slightly sweet; topped with condensed milk, and broiled in the oven until the milk browns. Childish? Perhaps. Yummy as hell? You damned right it is.
Well there it is, a little piece of myself, displayed on the interwebs. And if you do go, I hope you never order the Taro Milk Tea or Milk Toast, so that they never run out at 2 am.