met him at around 7am cleaning his dear baby. every possible detail
was in the shape of a skull.
i told the shop i want the cake that she was about to finish up.
then i was given a postit note to write down the birthday message, and
asked the age of the b-day person and the time it would take to carry
the cake. very systematic service. the greeting i wrote didn’t have
the name of the b-day person so i was asked to revise my writing.
then the note was passed onto the patisserie and got written on a
small marzipan plate with chocolate.
theres a big shelf with full of ingredients
you are given a red basket to choose what you want
then give the basket to this guy
he boils all the ingredients (in an appropriate order)
you get a bowl with everything in a soup.
like mongolian barbecue
like hotpot (shabushabu)
i wish this type of restaurants exist in tokyo!