Bomba to the Mother Fucking Juice

Ok the title. I don't curse that often but feel it is a great way to do stress emphasis when needed. One of the best occasions is in a good joke. Let's not get into that. The fact is I said, "Mother fucking" to catch your attention and if you are reading this then it worked. No, don't get mad. Just continue reading.

So there is this slice of heaven near work called Bomba Juice. Ben, Corey and I go there often and get some of the greatest smoothies my tongue has ever been blessed to taste. Mango Strawberry or Pineapple Mango. Your imagination can run wild. Sometimes I feel like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory. Except I am a 23 old Pakistani guy and Wonka is a suspicious looking Asian kid. Seriously that guy asks to put "boba" in my drink at least 3 times.

What makes the drink good?

  • They cut up real fruit and blend it up
  • It comes packaged nicely in a cool glass
  • They throw in some syrup that is delicious (speaking of which i guess yahoo bought them out)

Ben and I also have a nagging suspicion that there is an extra ingredient in the drinks. Usually, there is one employee at the store. However, on certain occasions I have seen an over weight Asian man in the back. He has never come out but I have always felt his presence in the store. Takes me back to Junior High and reading To Kill a Mocking Bird. This Boo Radley bitch scares me sometimes. Ben and I have agreed that he could only serve one purpose, man juice. The secret ingredient in the drinks is his man juice. I know what you are thinking.

"Oh my god, this man has to be stopped"

Before you jump to this conclusion. I only ask you sip the man juice first. You combine the man juice what the sweet flavor of mango and strawberry.

All jokes aside, the place is great and is the best smoothie I have ever had. Hands down better then Juice it Up, Baskin Robbin, and those other entire bitch as places.

Bomba Juice