I got a milkshake at P. Terry’s yesterday, and because I was feeling something with some chunk to it, I went with the Oreo.
I was nervous.
As we all know, and most of us are consciously aware of, milkshakes with some chunk can clog straws. It’s fine if you’ve got a spoon and the patience to work your way through it at a reasonable pace, but if you’re on the move? Dangerous.
But P. Terry’s delivered.
The key, I’d imagine, is crushing up the bits thoroughly enough. You’ve got to err on the side of dust. If, of course, you want it drinkable through a straw. If you want people to sit and enjoy it slowly, go chunky. If you want people to use a big straw, give them a big straw. If you want people to peel the skin from the inside of their mouths by way of pure, lung-exhausting suction, give them a small straw, and leave a few boulders in there.
P. Terry’s erred on the side of dust.
They did not, however, remember to give me a straw.
It was a concerning moment. I had another straw in the car—had gotten Chick-Fil-A earlier in the day, as some of you know—but it was a small straw. I was nervous. And those nerves were relieved. P. Terry’s came through. Without a single boulder.
The moral? If you’re feeling Oreo on the go (Orego?), P. Terry’s can make it work. That or I got a bottom-of-the-Oreo-crumb-box shake.
