Coffeeshop

We randomly strolled into an old-school Japanese coffeeshop for coffee and a nibble. I was tired and needed a sugar boost. If you don't speak Japanese or read it, just point to whatever photos on the wall or on the menu, and use body language. The servers are usually the owners too and are generally very nice people. We got by with our meagre Japanese.

There was an apple pastry...something. There was a thin slice of cheesecake too. Both came on teeny tiny plates. They were perfect. Almost bite-sized. I literally wanted one bite. Both were strangely not sweet. The bff didn't want to finish them. Muahahahahah. But I couldn't finish them either. So we left them aside and lingered over the coffee which tasted like strong tea instead.

We were in no hurry to go anywhere. It was kinda nice to space out for a bit in the middle of the day and watch the going-ons in the bustling neighborhood. The bff gave me the once-over. "The job really gave you an aversion to gold taps, silver service and restaurants with white linen tablecloth huh?"

I tore away from my intense eavesdropping at the conversation between 2 old ladies. We've been eating well this trip, but on wooden tops and minimal decor. The more stark it is, the better. No Michelin-star anything, thankyou. "Yes. For a while, at least. It has made me more anti-social, if anything. There's beauty in simplicity and the rougher side of the table. I just need a tap that's made of bloody stainless steel."