
Milk tea over black tapioca, streaked with syrup.

Matcha and cold milk, layered in a sealed cup.

Sweet potato cut, fried crisp, taro-dusted.

Skin-on fries with a heat that lingers.

House cut, sea salt, the cone you carry.

Coffee, cream, pearls. A wake-up in a cup.
The Concept
Boba Fries pairs the snap of a sealed tea lid with the crunch of a hot paper cone. It's a street-food counter built around the grab-go moment — a thick straw, a cone of fries, and nothing in the way. No reservations, no sit-down service. We make it, you go.




