On Tuesday evening around 10pm, after laughing hysterically at various Youtube videos and listening to some undeniably catchy music with deeply questionable musical/intellectual value (this is apparently what happens when we don't have data to pore over), Andrew and I decided to do something semi-productive by going on a mini-adventure to Castro Street. Between
Verde and
Tapioca Express we chose the latter. I was instructed to try the popcorn chicken that is actually called "pepper crispy chicken," served with skewers in a paper bag, freshly fried with some basil leaves. You can ask for mild, medium, or spicy, and the mild was about right; apparently medium is already pretty intense. To drink: one coconut milk tea with pearls and one taro milk tea with pearls.
I haven't been to a Tapioca Express for quite a few years, since
the franchise in Davis closed because of a rather tragic event, but the one off of Castro is quite pleasant (if a little strange; what's with the weird, vaguely Christmasy arbor between the two rooms?).
