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The otakus the cleat - Expats in Japan since 565 days

The otaku to catch
Six expat buddies decide to slum a Friday evening in Akihabara. Known for its high-tech stores, the neighborhood is also a mecca for lovers of marginal mangas, the temple of "otaku", these young adults in their passion reclusive and unable to fit into the mold so normative in Japanese society. These young people have inadequate need a bit of sweetness in this world of brutes. Extroverted enough to find a soul mate, they prefer to substitute, the substitute for a girlfriend inaccessible, so we invented them for the "maid cafe". A cocoon where waitresses dressed as their favorite manga characters host a humble "Welcome home, master." Nothing too biased in these places, just a little tenderness dummy to fill the evenings and empty dreams of otakus.



Our three couples expat tipsy dégotent a maid cafe in the name of dream: "Satanic Dining Little Beauty" (or Little BSD). And there, lack of luck! Despite the Japanese developed two of our friends, and no warm words of welcome, no coffee served with a spoon by the waitress. Ladies dressed in vaguely Office (office workers) instead of crackers promised, they give us a ticket through to consumption, which saves the Polaroid of one of them, great. The decor is arbitrary, the atmosphere is murky, some white-collar end of the week to lock beers short, we fissa bar.

lack of Re-bowl, the second of our list, "Maid In Angels", spotted on the Backpacker and
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is closed! a neighborhood Indian restaurant later, we're ready to go and we finish with champagne at home, where a sign "Little PSX flashes before us (We will never know what it means PSX). We climb upstairs to finally discover a warm and cozy, with wooden floors and draperies, where some lovely maids playing darts snort and a laugh with the regulars. Those are all traits of otakus: teen face lingered behind thick glasses, mini laptop on the counter to stay connected or to play online, beatific smile when the waitress comes regularly to exchange a few words: they are background in the concept! Code name of our waitress, "Chocola" is innocent, sweet and good for morale. Our expat-otakus an evening out of the bottle finally field 'right here and play darts with "Chocola.


Delph Note: Unable to photograph waitresses in maid cafes. To get a Polaroid, it must win ... consuming!
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