My buddy Dave E. took me out to a new boba place near his house, the Tapioca Express on Santa Monica Blvd., just west of Westgate, before Bundy.
This is a good frickin' boba place.
First of all, different from other Tapioca Expresses I've been to. (Were the Tapioca Expresses? I kinda want to doubt it now. Maybe other recombinations of the Four Standard Boba place names.) Anyway, this place is pushing the ultrafresh real ingredients line. Fruit slush bobas made from nice fresh fruits, like watermelon and honeydew and stuff like that. (The other place that says they do that, Boba Loca, is pretty foul be comparison).
I had a sesame milk tea, which turned out to be actual black sesame, roasted, and present both as paste and in actual bits. Very nice.
The discovery of David E's wife, though, is starting to alter my Westside routine. Rosewater slush boba. Fragrant, delicate, rosewater icey slush, with boba.
All the people who work there get really excited when I order rosewater slush boba; they all totally dig it and they want to share, but apparently they can't convince many people to try it.
What is it with West L.A.? I've had boba all across California, and all the best places are in West L.A. There's Volcano Tea, home of the stunning taro boba and the most perfectly toothsome boba, here's the place just south of it, which my friends favor, and then there's this little Tapoica Express place, which is always empty, which is on the verge of going out of business, but which has invented a New Thing, and a Good Thing, a True Deep L.A. thing (I think David chatted them up and found out that they just hang out and go to all the Persian restaurants in the area and discovered rosewater and decided, Hey, Let's Make A Boba Drink Outta This), and they're sadly lacking for business, and it makes me sad to think they might go out of business.
Anyway, rosewater slush boba. A similar joy to Mashti Malone's rosewater ice cream, but in drink form.