|Top: Bossini, Skirt: UniQlo, Belt: Next, Bag: Cath Kidston, Dorky trainers: Birkenstock|
So here I am, or rather, here I was, at a little cafe I read about in the eighth issue of Kinfolk magazine. Omotesando Koffee, which is an independent coffee house in a sea of Starbucks, is a short-ish walk from Harajuku. I was wearing one of my favourite combinations, albeit in a sneaky, discreet way - polkadots and cat print, or "cat & dot" as I like to call it. My shirt was one I picked up in Hong Kong at Bossini. I'd been wanting a short-sleeved polkadot shirt for ages, so I was really happy to snap this one up.
In Harajuku, I bought this fantastic leopard print fedora for about 300 yen, which is what, a pound something? Two dollars and a bit? I found it in a store called Thankyou Mart, where I also bought a truly awesome pair of 70's tastic sunglasses. By this point of our trip, my feet were starting to get sore, so I just bit the bullet and wore trainers everywhere. And tried to convince myself that I was just going normcore.
So, let me try to give you the experience of going to Omotesando Koffee. The cafe is in a tiny, traditional Japanese house in a residential neighbourhood. If you don't know it's there, chances are you'd walk right past it. Here's the view from the entrance to the garden.
The owner makes your coffee while wearing a lab-coat, behind a counter made up of squares. He seems to have a thing for them; there is a square in the coffee-shop's logo and they even sell tiny square cakes. I was hoping to try some, but they were all sold out that day. That's Victor paying for our coffee, by the way.
This lamp hangs right inside the front door, over a large potted plant. It's a spiked cage that hovers over a light-bulb, and then lots of little notes that have been tacked onto the spikes. I thought the result, with all its different languages and little drawings, was eerily beautiful.
This is their entrance - you step through the front gate, duck your head to avoid the bell, find yourself in the most beautiful little garden. It was full of many different types of plants, mostly green, and you could sit on one of the two benches and look up through the trees. There was one rebellious red blossom too, look:
The fact that there was only one made it even more beautiful! It really popped out against all the other plants, and the beige wall coverings. (I think they were tatami mats, but I could be wrong.) Right by the foot of the bench, nestled between the roots of the tree, a spiral stick of incense was releasing a subtle, but lovely scent into the crisp air.
And the coffee, oh my GOD the coffee. I had a mocha, and it was quite literally the best mocha I have had in my entire life. We just sat there on our bench under a tree and sipped our coffees, while the smell from the incense mingled with the smell of coffee beans. And it was so, so lovely.
I also forced Victor into taking some couple selfies, and here is the best one. Times like this, I look at us and think, "Different head-size! WHOA!" It was a proper Sherlock Holmesian treasure-hunt to find this place, with a map Victor had downloaded onto his phone, and a lot of snarling from a certain man. Ahem. But even he agreed the coffee was so good, it was worth it all!