Maid Cafe

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Maid Café’s are bizarre.  You can read about them on Wikipedia, but I’ll describe them.  All the workers are 17 – 25 year old girls, and they’re all really cute, and they have a lot of make-up, and they dress up like adorable little maids and wear lots of cute jewelry and put their hair up like kids do and smile a lot and bounce around and it is just a CUTE OVERLOAD.  There are hearts and princesses and Hello Kitties everywhere.  The food is cute too, and if you order something with chocolate syrup on it, for instance, they draw on it for you at the table.  Usually a heart.

 

And when you get your food, they come to you and say, “We’re going to play magic!  It’ll make your food delicious!”  And they show you a dance that involves going left and right while making a heart with your hands and then throwing the heart to the food, and then it’s delicious.  It was kind of bizarre.

 

Most of the guys in there were 25-40 year old businessmen.  There was also one white dude with a younger Japanese dude friend and two guys who looked maybe thirty and had blue and pink hair.

 

You weren’t allowed to take pictures of the maids and everyone had to order something.  You also had to pay Y700 just to get in.

 

When you were done, they gave you a membership card.  It has a picture of a cute anime girl’s face in the middle of it, and it says “LICENCE OF YOUR MAJESTY  /  AN INTERNATIONAL OFFICIAL LICENCE CARD.”  We have a licence of Lv. 1:  MY MASTER.  It’s authorized through infinity for the @home Café on floor 7.  The “0” in the date for when we visited was replaced by a heart.  We have to come three times to rank up.  They wrote our names on the back of each card, with some effort.  That part was actually kinda cute.

 

But the whole thing was pretty bizarre.  It felt a little bit like the cultural zoo of the Polynesian Cultural Center, except that if we never came, it would still exist, and that was a strange thought.