Moy yay moy yay queue.

I think that’s what I was meant to say anyway. Those were the sounds I made as I curled my hands into heart shapes and waved them about in front of me over my drink. Yesterday I went to the @home Maid Cafe in the huge AKB48 store in Akiharaba and I still feel a bit weird about the whole experience.

The Maid Café experience

I was in the store, saw a queue, joined it and ended up in a parallel universe where the waitresses wore maid outfits, you had to bless your drink with the greeting above and your coffee had some sort of anime creature squeezed onto it by the maid in front of you.

Maid Cafes are a big thing in Japan, and I’d just stumbled on one of the most popular ones in Tokyo.

Maid cafe experience tokyo

Sadly I wasn’t allowed to take photos in there – only of the food and drink – so I’ll have to describe the novelty. The walls were striped candy pink and brown and adorned with photos of the maids in cutesy positions on carousels, chandeliers and disco balls hung from the ceiling and right in front of me was a stage, complete with delightful pink curtains. I was shown to a stool at a bench curving round the performance space, along with 5 other customers, all male. The rest of the café was made up of tables, featuring about 20 Japanese men, a western couple and a Japanese mum and teenage son.

If only I knew Japanese…

‘My’ maid, Melu, bought over a board with photos of six girls pinned on. Not quite sure what I was meant to do I just pointed at one and nodded and smiled. She did the same and kept looking at me. So I did it again. After an uncomfortable minute where she stood smiling sweetly at me and stroking her hair, off she scurried.

Unfortunately my interaction with the maids was limited seeing as I don’t speak a word of Japanese, and my maid didn’t speak English. They were definitely entertaining the men surrounding me though, laughter all round.

If only I had the cash to splash I would’ve spent 700¥ on the chance to play Connect 4 with one of the maids, another option on the menu.

For the 1,900¥ I did spend (£10.31) I got my entrance for an hour, a drink of my choice (green tea flavoured coffee), a glass of water and… a photo with the maid.

Getting weird

At first I thought the suspicious looking box on the stage with anime style headbands in was for them to do some sort of performance, and was looking forward to it. But as ‘Bicky’ was called out on the microphone I realised it was for me to go up, choose something ridiculous to put on my head, and have my photo taken. At least I got to do the heart thing again, this time in front of the whole café.

@home Maid Cafe in Tokyo  And even weirder

Then, just when I thought the whole thing couldn’t get any weirder, as I was about to leave my maid thanked me for being a good master and gave me this ‘Master’s Certificate Card’ with ‘Princess Vicky’ written in Japanese on the back.

I shall treasure it forever.

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