In a world where we can send a man to the moon, apparently sending a straw with a Jamba Juice drink via Uber Eats remains an insurmountable challenge. Let me set the scene: after enduring the emotional equivalent of running a marathon backwards (a.k.a. witnessing a family member’s medical emergency), I was parched. Not just regular thirsty, but “I’ve been in a hospital for countless hours” thirsty. And what better to quench this monumental thirst than a delicious, refreshing Jamba Juice? However, in what can only be described as a plot twist worthy of a Greek tragedy, I discovered upon delivery of this nectar of the gods… there was no straw. That’s right, no straw. I mean, it’s only the fundamental tool for consuming a drink that’s essentially a fruit salad in liquid form. And here’s the kicker: when I called the store, hoping for some semblance of customer service, the response was the equivalent of a verbal shrug. “Nothing we can do,” they said. It’s like going to a car dealership, buying a car, and then being told, “Oh, you wanted wheels with that?” Jamba Juice, your drink might be a symphony of blended fruit goodness, but what’s the point if you can’t even provide the instrument to play it? A strawless juice at a juice bar is like a joke without a punchline — utterly disappointing. One star, because zero isn’t an option.
Very clean upon entering, the guy at the register was so polite & quick with everyone’s order! I didn’t catch his name.. attractive man with long dreads. Great smoothie also! (peanut butter moo’d) Lovely service & will return :)