How many times did I see that same store, We Up or something like that? Each time it drew me in until I realised it was the same brand. I have to admit, Harajuku sells exactly the same thing fifty times over. Except maybe, uh, one or two, or four, for myself. That wasn’t all my rilakkuma fix because I popped next door into Kiddy Land and went slightly overboard. Aww, rilakkuma cafe! Spedt a bit more on your drink selection! The cold option was served in a glass with rilakkuma’s face on it and a shit ton of whipped cream. It tasted like instant black coffee and the creamer/sugar were in packet form. I ordered the coffee which I really shouldn’t have because the “latte art” melted in literally two seconds. The ala carte meal cost 1,500yen and a drink set was 2,000yen, so pricey even for a themed cafe. Themed cafes generally don’t have good food but ehhhh, to my delight, the rilakkuma cafe’s hamburgs are yummy! I’m hungry just thinking of it. But pfft, if there’s one thing I am, it’s shameless, so I happily hugged the rilakkumas lying around for selfies, attracting quite a few stares and whispers.Įach Tower Records cafe had only one dish specific to the location and that’s why I ended up eating hamburger and rice at 3PM. I was in a sea of couples and giggly girlfriends. It became quickly apparent that no one really goes to themed cafes alone. I joined the queue for the cafe and was ushered to my seat 30 minutes later, a lucky thing since I heard queues could stretch to two hours on weekends. To my delight, Tower Records was just a few stores away from Kiddyland, but first things first – food! It makes a world of difference visiting Harajuku and Omotesando the second time because I could still remember bits and pieces from when I was last here, so navigating wasn’t as much of a pain. Aw, I didn’t even plan to go to Harajuku at all this trip, but this works too. I wanted to go to the Ebisu one but for some reason, got off at Omotesando on autopilot before I realised. Then it started drizzling □ I was hungry too so I hurried to train station and decided to try my luck for the Rilakkuma pop up cafe at Tower Records. Japan has a strict no photography rule when it comes to performers so this is all I managed to sneak. I think they might be Idol College’s Team B, and the handshake group was Team A. I was charmed, but it was getting late and I wanted to head to Shibuya so I shook my head at her and wandered away.Īnother idol group was performing out back in cute yukatas but I didn’t get to catch their name. The cutest one, a really pretty girl with these large eyes, saw me staring and immediately turned on the charm, waving at me and trying to get me to go over with squeals of oneesan. Eek.įrom one of banners, I caught sight of the name Idol College. Whoever they were, Idol College is cute. I’m talking men in their late twenties and possibly even late thirties queuing to shake the hands of obviously underaged young girls. There were a gaggle of men in front of the girls, each decked out in appropriate fan support items- towels, fans, t-shirts and fans. Right opposite the road was the infamous Akiba Theatre, the dream factory for rookie idol groups.Ī group of girls were holding a handshake event, obviously fresh from performing. And that’s what you missed on Glee!Īfter I picked up my souvenir photograph, I decided to go to Shibuya, because what better way to get reacquainted with Japan than to get lost in the streets of Shibuya? But as I was crossing the road, music drew my attention. In the last post, I flew to Japan, checked into the fancy Space Hostel and reunited with the big boobed wonders of Akihabara. I went to an owl cafe, where my arms shook under the weight of non-too-pleased birds and I braved being pooped on to take many, many pics.
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