The Pepperdine cafeteria services have garnered a lot of attention from the Graphic this year my own column included. We’ve explored the mystery behind the B rating. We’ve taken a look into the lives and personalities of the employees who serve us each and every day. Now it’s time to get juicy… Jamba Juicy that is.
Jamba Juice— the company has swept the West Coast with its delicious fruity libations and disgustingly health-conscious drink options. It was only a matter of time before the craze found its way to Pepperdine. Jamba as I affectionately call it has been the most anticipated addition to Pepperdine since they installed the Pacific Ocean. And rightly so. Let’s not concern ourselves with new courses being offered or distinguished professors being added to the faculty; we need to be talking about the stuff that matters— our beverage and smoothie options.
Ever since Jamba Juice’s arrival on campus I’ve noticed something different in the ethos of the campus. First it feels like everyone has a spring in their step— a boost if you will. Suddenly it seems like everyone has a bit more energy.
Not to mention illness has been way down on campus; it’s as if everyone has ingested some sort of immunity. You may have noticed that students seem to be in peak physical condition with perfectly toned muscles.
Moreover since the addition of Jamba Juice I’ve noticed the general population has thicker silkier hair smoother skin and near perfect eyesight. It’s almost as if they’re slipping us a daily dose of vitamins.
Frankly I’m a changed man since the addition of the juice factory. I can’t go a day without a shot of wheatgrass. There’s nothing like getting out of class and downing 16 ounces of pure whey protein. In fact I think it’s safe to say that Jamba Juice is singlehandedly changing the way Pepperdine students study work and function on a daily basis.
Who has time for lunch anyway? Grab yourself a “Strawberry Swirly”— it does the same thing as real food. And dinner? Overrated. Just snag a “Mango Madness” and feel the pounds slipping away.
It’s quick and easy— a hearty meal in a cup. You can even grab one during a five-minute break in the middle of class. Head on down to the Sandbar and come back to class 20 minutes later with that delectable infusion they call a smoothie.
Now that the Jamba Juice epidemic has reached Malibu it’s only a matter of time until the little juice hut starts popping up all around campus.
In the wise words of former President Herbert Hoover “A fruity drink in every pot and a juice blender in every garage.” I’m talking a Jamba Juice in every dorm at Drescher in the middle of left field on the way up the CCB stairs in the basement of the CAC and in the vestibule of Stauffer Chapel. Why not? This campus is running on juice and it only makes sense that we accommodate so that we can get our juice fix no matter what corner of Pepperdine we are on.
It seems as though we may go ahead and shut down the Caf with the cult following that has come with the new store. “Juice heads as they are known (by me), will not stop at any length to get a swig of that sweet nectar that runs the world.
Walking through the Sandbar at certain times can now be likened to coming between a thirsty pack of lion cubs and their mother’s supple teat. It is quite a sight.
But my wisdom to all those who have somehow managed to avoid sipping the seducing sap: if you have not tasted Jamba Juice, you have not tasted life.
