Boba Fête
It’s hard to imagine that Paris, which has embraced everything from molecular cuisine to Myberry froyo, didn’t have a boba tea spot until two weeks ago. L.A. and New York have hundreds of outlets for the oddly addictive Taiwanese import of milky black tea with carrageenan-infused tapioca balls, which are sucked through a wide straw. Though you may have been able to order boba tea, or bubble tea, at a couple of sit-down restaurants in Paris here and there, the first café with take-out to specialize in it has opened on rue Quincampoix just south of the Pompidou Center. It’s called Bubble Tea and you can’t miss it for its bright orange chairs. The mango and green tea flavor is a refreshing pick-me-up on a hot day like today; the almond black tea variety reminds me of healthier and less sweet version of Thai iced tea. This evening I swung by for an after-dinner boba, and a friend who was not confident he’d like it ordered a frothy iced coffee sans boba which he pronounced delicieux. It’s comforting to see an independent business open in the area rather than another chain franchise.