Few Nukes hit the Town

Akihabara Maid Cafe

October 9th, 2008

OK, a herd of Nukes with a food fetish? My Twiget Nuke Son’s continuing saga of his first impressions of Japan, Enjoy!

“One of the things my friend had wanted to do while in Akihabara was go to a famed “Maid Café”. In a society all about social standards and ones place in society with the dominant male and subservient female, a whole sort of fetish revolves around the idea of a female serving you. But not in the “Can I get you a drink sir?” type way, but in the “Yes Master, how may I be able to serve you today?” type approach. The term “moe(mo –eh)” comes to mind. Well a maid café is a place where you go, all the waitresses and staff are female and dressed in French maid outfits. They talk sweetly and laugh in girly high pitched sounds and always try to bow. We were trying to figure out how to get to a maid café when we saw a few maids out in the crowds talking to people. One of them had a business man’s arm and was leading him in a direction. I was like “Well lets just follow them” as opposed to the idea of asking them where to go as we hadn’t found very much luck in that aspect so far this trip. We arrived there and it was a small café, with maybe seating for like 20 max. There was a group of 4-5 what looked like high school seniors (male) sitting down and chatting with a maid. They seemed nervous/giddy to be there, it was kind of funny. We were seated and the waitress came and greeted us in very good English. We then sort of discussed what we were ordering, 3 omelets and 1 curry (Jimmy didn’t want an omelet). With each order you were allowed a soup, so between the choices of “Corn, Onion, and seaweed” I picked onion and I was not let down. The soup tasted amazing and was probably one of the best soups I’ve had in my life. The omelets were.. well, our maid came by with a 50’sish ketchup container, you know the solid red cylinder with the nozzle tip that you see at diners and random Steak and Shakes. She asked what we wanted drawn on our omelets. Chapman asked for a “neko” (cat) which runs a little bit into a different kind of Japanese fetish. The girl and us laughed and she drew a cute cat face with “cat” at the bottom with little hearts. She asked me and I said just surprise me, draw whatever. She spoke to another maid for a second, they shared a laugh and she drew a Kanji character on the omelet, labeled “moe” on the bottom. Me and Chapman laughed (being the most versed in Japanese), Todd and jimmy did not laugh. LoL. She then asked Todd what he wanted, and he said “Jimmy” and pointed to jimmy. This was followed by us three sort of slightly bowing our heads and sighing. (Todd is an odd fellow). We finished eating and these two Americans came in (I think they were Americans, I have no idea, but they were not Japanese.). They wore black and the girl had sort of dyed black hair and the guy too. They sat down and from then until the time we left sort of gave us an evil eye. It was like they walked out of an American punk concert just to sit down and glare at us. I’m not sure why, the stare almost said “you don’t belong here”, but of all people to get that stare from, it was even more odd to get it from two goth looking Americans who were sitting down to do the same thing we were doing. *doesn’t know* Anyways…”