Fox E.
Yelp
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
However, this place, on the other hand, is a beautiful and unique Snowflake. And they make some of the tastiest Boba in the ATL area.
The first rule of Snowflake is, you order Brown Sugar Milk Tea.
The second rule of Snowflake is, you order Brown Sugar Milk Tea.
The third rule of Snowflake - if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or tapiocas out, the drink is finished.
Fourth rule: only two Bubble Teas per person.
Fifth rule: one Boba at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule: the bobas are tapiocas. Guys - No shirt, girls - no shoes, no bursting boba crap.
Seventh rule: drinks will last as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Snowflake, you have to order Brown Sugar Milk Tea.
One of the busiest places in all of the Chinatown region of Atlanta and one of my favourite places to get boba in the Deep South. They have excellent brown sugar milk tea - which we all know is the best flavour of milk tea anyway. They have some good fruit drinks too, which you can get after you order 17 of their Brown Sugar Milk Teas, or something, or something, or something.
There's a reason they are always packed out the door - and if you are into people watching there is really no better place to do it in and around the extensive C-Town burbs, other than Sweet Hut, on a weekend night. Good luck waiting for a table though.
And yes, you should know, this is a sit-down, wait-staff, table-ordering place, not your usual Boba counter-service. And it's enormous, like a ballroom. This is because it's an Asian Dessert Cafe, as much as a Boba shop, and if you've been to those before, you know it's a little fancier than your usual Boba places, and a little more geared towards the desserts. But feel free to sit and drink Boba, too. A lot of people do. And it's the best stuff on their menu.
And when I come to Snowflake, I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables - slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy sh*t we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war... Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.