Today is the day!! It’s time to head over to the Chibiusa cafe! First, we needed to shovel down some breakfast to prevent mumsplaining. I don’t know why it’s forbidden to leave the house without having eaten “breakfast” first even though we were heading straight to Roppongi Hills for food. RUSH! We weren’t going to be an hour early to wait in line! We ended up only arrive about 10 minutes early and waited out front of the museum until it opened. Travel up to level 52 for the cafe and exhibition, and wait….what? There’s no line at the cafe? Only a short wait for the cafe to open and we were one of the first ten groups there. BEST DAY EVER!!!!

The food was surprisingly tasty and it was about 100 times better than the Capcom bar from the night before. THANK THE GAWDS. I only wish we could’ve eat more but the damn breakfast we ate an hour before we arrived was still being digested and DAMMIT. The burger came with pickles and star shaped hash browns! How cute. Chen was glad the desserts came with plenty of fruit. The man loves his fruit. The Luna P mousse was so fluffy and the parfait had awesome tasting layered jelly.

Off to the exhibition.

We then spent about 40 minutes hanging out at the exhibition shop because I have issues making decisions about what to buy. I ended up buying a tote bag, some chocolate covered strawberries because the metal tin looked awesome, a compact mirror, water bottle, and a pencil case (haul posts to come). I also ordered a special limited Roppongi edition moon stick. It takes three months to make and deliver. It was an ordeal – Dad Yee said we could buy it and have it delivered to his, but he wasn’t aware it would take three months so he wouldn’t be in Japan at that time, but I had to pay in advance so he had to call in a favour at work for someone to write their address in. HURRAY! See you (moonstick) in three months!

Off to Harajuku we go in search of some more Sailor Moon and anime goodness. Oh, what’s that..there’s a Candy Show Time shop right across the road from the station exit that has a Sailormoon cut out in front of it…better go inside. They had Sailormoon candy! FYI, I bought some.

We made it to Takeshita Street Harajuku, and we only discovered it because the hordes of tourists were taking photos at the sign. I followed suit. Pretty sure we would’ve walked right passed it otherwise. So one other reason I wanted to come back here is because last time we were in Japan in 2014, I bought some midi rings and the minute I unpacked my bags at home, I lost them…along with a tiny Jiji plush toy. Never to be found again. Well, I want to buy those rings back………………I didn’t in the end. I’m too old for midi rings. I also didn’t buy any Sailor Moon stuff.

There was a Zaku Zaku there, though, and …..we bought some!! Surprise, there’s ice cream in there so …instead of getting the croquant I bought the ice cream instead (HM#3 IC#9), but don’t worry, Chen had the croquant.

The ice cream was…average. So sad. It was rich and soft but the fattiness and creaminess of the milk weren’t there. The croquant chou was awesome, though!

We were tired after not buying anything from Takeshita Street. Restraint is hard work. There were metal bars outside Tokyu Plaza so we sat there for a good hour or so before we got up and walked our way to Shibuya for some light dinner.

When we finally got to Shibuya we met up with some mates and found ourselves tossing up between tonkatsu and kaiten zushi. Door number two. Talk about fancy – there are ordering systems on each table and the dishes come to your table on the top track of the train for you. There’s a little red button next to the ordering screen when you’ve taken all your dishes off the train to send the train back to the kitchen. We had a little hesitation pressing it because we didn’t know what the button did. All the dishes were fresh and went down a treat.

We came across the Shibuya crossing by accident. There were people standing on the corner with selfie sticks. It’s so boring, underwhelming, and all other sorts of mundane. Any crossing in Tokyo looks pretty much the same.

Since the crossing was so boring….we went in search of some comfort food. Oh look, Lindt Cafe! They don’t have ice cream like that in the Australian ones! BETTER GET SOME!

The end.