The layout of the vendors was quite systematic - each possessing their own unique storefront (or I suppose a "stall-front"?) with a menu made clearly visible from the main pathway. While the number of vendors was less than Assembly Chef's Hall, it did not appear as if the selection was lacking in any way. Rather, I deduced more distinct features, as well as a greater sense of cohesiveness overall.
Mind you, this meal was not easy on one's wallet. A trio of half-sized rolls, half of a lobster tail, and a large Clam Chowder set us back a whopping thirty-plus American dollars.
Delicious nonetheless, the item was inarguably on the steep end at $5 per portion.
Some beverages, I was told, were tastier with oat milk, as its hearty profile paired well with certain teas. Specifically in regards to the Muscat Oolong Tea though, it was advised to stick with regular half-and-half for best results.
One could not adjust sugar levels as the drink contained a pre-determined amount of strawberry purée, so it was sweeter than preferred, yet not as bold. Distinct notes of both matcha and strawberry were present, but to a lesser degree than I imagined. On the plus side, the drink was a suitable choice to ease one into the world of matcha lattes should one not be accustomed to them already.
The tapioca was of ideal consistency - less rigid than CoCo but, while firmer than One Zo. Unlike back home, the grass jelly had been cut into small shards of dark material; its texture was more akin to high-strength agar than guilinggao. This treatment enabled it to be readily incorporated into the beverage and easier to attain via a plastic straw.
I apologized several times, for both the Boba Guys barista and cleaning staff instantly came to my rescue. Eventually, I departed the stall with a new Muscat Oolong in hand and slightly sticky footsteps...
I picked up a two-pack of Rosewater Shortbread Cookies during this visit. Interestingly enough, cookie popularity ranged from Matcha (at the very bottom) and Lavender & Coconut to Earl Grey and Rose Water. This pricey duo was set aside to be enjoyed later.
"There are only ahjummas here. Are you sure?"
Yeah, I wasn't really. Not a single item stood out to me.
Tony Moly was hidden in a dingy complex even more compact than Times Square on Hwy 7. With that said, the shop offered a more diverse selection and friendlier service than the Pacific Mall location I tend to visit all too often.
I suggested popping in, since it was unlikely I could afford to match his style anyway.
Moreover, we were told that the SoHo location was the French fashion label’s sole store in the entire country.
Skipping from t-shirt to leather wallet to sweater to canvas bag, I eventually settled on a cobalt blue collaboration tote between Ader Error and Maison Kitsuné before waltzing out and feeling the burn of financial deterioration. Eeek!