Typhoon season. It was raining up a storm up outside, as it has been for the last week.
After dinner at a udon place, he brought me to what he proclaimed to be the best cafe in Tokyo.
I was skeptical. He was insistent.
We ordered a crepe cake, a cafe mocha and a cappucino.
The dessert came first. I took a bite, and it was so good I wanted to cry. I couldn't take another bite. I never want to eat another cake in my life again, it was that amazing. Layers of thin crepe alternated with layers of fresh whipped cream, finished with a top glaze of caramel gelatin.
And then my mocha came, a thick aromatic roast perfect for the weather.
When his cappucino came, I let out a gasp. They had drawn a rabbit with the foam. What the... this is Japan after all. We couldn't resist. Out came the mobile phone camera and we snapped away.