Royal Milk Tea Kit-Kat

Royal Milk Tea is what Japanese people assure me I drank in England. It’s a distinctive flavour of tea that is probably made by boiling the milk and water together and adding lots of sugar, although no one seems really sure.

In any case, that’s why the packaging has a border featuring The Queen’s Guard, also known as the soldiers who guard Buckingham Palace, plus Scottish Tartan. Inside, the fingers are wrapped in royal blue packaging, which was unexpected.

This Kit-Kat is made up of white chocolate that tastes of sugary milk with the aftertaste of black tea. So it does indeed taste like Royal Milk Tea. Why I keep buying Kit-Kats based on flavours I don’t like is beyond me.

Obama and Hatoyama masks

I saw these masks for sale in the market surrounding the temples in Asakusa, Tokyo and managed to snap a quick photograph.

 

TOP LEFT: Miyuki Hatoyama is a former member of the legendary Takarazuka Theatre Troupe who claims to have been abducted by aliens from Venus while she slept. In the cartoon, she says to the alien, “Let’s go to Venus in the spirit of friendship!” In the background, Hatoyama races after her shouting, “Take me too!”

TOP RIGHT: Yukio Hatoyama is the current Prime Minister of Japan (as of November 2009) and characterised as being connected with ‘peace’ in this cartoon. That might be because of his name (‘hato’ means pigeon or dove), but either way he’s riding a giant dove and shouting “All right! Attack!”

BOTTOM LEFT: Michelle Obama says, “I’m the SUPER LADY! I ♥ OBAMA.” Obama clutches her arm, shouting “Honey~!”

BOTTOM RIGHT: Barack Obama is President of the USA and internationally renowned politician. If I need to explain who he is, you might as well give up on this post. In any case, he simply says, “YES WE CAN”. In English.

It’s considered to be a gaijin rite of passage to visit a maid cafe, equivalent to climbing Mount Fuji or visiting Kinkakuji in Kyoto. As I had yet to do so, I decided to visit one while on a trip to Akihabara.

The area around Akihabara was crowded that Saturday. Close to Halloween, there were women standing on street corners in outfits that paired maid dresses with witches’ hats. Most clothing was colourful variations on a traditional French maid uniform, but there were a few schoolgirls. When someone wears a uniform supposed to telegraph that they can’t be any older than eighteen in order to entice me to have a cup of coffee with them…? I am squicked. Please, no more schoolgirls.

The women handing out leaflets for Mononopu (もののぷ) were wearing purple kimono/maid uniform hybrids. If that wasn’t perfect enough, they were equipped with plastic pink samurai armour. The leaflet described the place as a Sengoku era maid cafe and, suddenly, my choice wasn’t so difficult.

Mononopu opened in early May of this year (2009, my time-travelling friends!) and can be found down a deserted-looking alleyway behind an AM-PM convenience store on Chuo Doori. I stood staring at the sign outside for a while before a maid ushered me into the entrance hall and towards the lift. She was accompanying another man and it seems quite common for maids to lead you to their workplace if you have trouble with directions.

I was surprised how normal and cafe-like the interior was. Sure, there were flags depicting the family emblems of different generals of the warring states period. Yes, the decor was black, purple and pink. But the open-plan atmosphere suggested it could have been any cheaper cafe.

They asked me if I would mind sitting at the bar as all other seats were taken and I agreed to this. This might have been a mistake, as I believe it carried an extra charge even though it was a choice between sitting there or leaving. They handed me a menu which included machine-translated English (no human translates ‘Saturday’ as ’soil’) and one of the maids spoke a little English.

I decided to order a coffee and chose the one that had ‘oekaki’ written next to it. When it arrived, the maid asked what I would like her to draw. This baffled me. Surely this was some kind of combined psychology and personality test. Would I be judged on my answer? I said she could choose and she asked me what animals I liked. See the photograph for the result. Thank goodness she gave me a suggestion of what was acceptable, or else I would have asked for a clown eating a banana.

Finally, she blessed it with a purple plastic samurai sword, demanding that it be delicious or else and I was pretty much left to my own devices. Overall, it was definitely an experience worth having once, albeit an expensive one. In total, it was 1000 yen to be seated, plus 700 yen for the coffee.

Azuki Pepsi

I love dumb novelty snacks, so I bought the new Pepsi Azuki on the day it was released. It’s yet another flavour found only in Japan that has been hyped up on otaku blogs for quite some time. It sat for weeks in my fridge when I remembered that I hate soda and I’m not too fond of azuki either.

Eventually, something had to give. Got the lid off, sniffed the mixture like a wine connoisseur. It smelled like a mixture of medicine, candy and almost completely unlike beans. The taste itself was almost imperceptibly different from regular Pepsi, although you shouldn’t take my word for that since I seldom drink it unless it’s laced with vodka. I’m guessing here.

Next up was the new Ginger Ale Kit-Kat. The wafers are covered in ginger ale-flavoured white chocolate, with a bit of a fizz to it. Shockingly, it tastes exactly how I imagined it should taste like (unlike the recent Vegetable Kit-Kat). And you can’t really say much fairer than that.

If you’re the sort of person who cringes in pangs of sympathy when someone on a game show fails an obvious question, this is not the event report for you. Even now, when I think back to moments from it, I physically recoil in horror to the confusion of those around me. Although I enjoyed the event overall, reliving some details will not be a pleasant experience for either of us.

The event in question was a special recording of Velvet Network, the internet radio show hosted by KENN (Dry) and Toyonaga Toshiyuki (Pawn) to promote Velvet Under World. This is a CD drama and character song series created by seiyuu Koyasu Takehito, casting himself as the main character (A.Y.A). While many fans of Koyasu’s previous creation, Weiss Kreuz (“Knight Hunters”), are curious about the recurring themes and names found in this work, others just adore the ridiculous characters and plots he creates.

I started lining up in Animate Akihabara about ten minutes before the doors were due to open and handed a questionnaire to fill in. First question was if I had any particular thoughts about past CDs, second I didn’t understand, third was if would participate in a game in front of the radio personalities and fourth was if I would be up for a ‘forfeit game’ with them.

I waited until the person in front of me started looking at her questionnaire, and asked about the second question. She asked if I’d seen the radio show, since it was a keyword game they played on air. I hadn’t (I bought this computer second-hand over three years ago and I’m lucky if I can even access the internet on it without it overheating and shutting down). So she explained the basics, which involved thinking of a keyword and three hints, although even she was unsure if she should write just the keyword or just the hints or both. She was mainly a fan of KENN and we chatted about the musicals he’s been in and his former band.

Anyway, I wrote a few thoughts about “VUW” as we were herded into the tiny room and they collected questionnaires from people who had already filled them out. Couldn’t express myself very well, since I was struck by a sudden rush of nerves and the fear knowledge that I was writing down something really, really stupid. Finally, in a decision that is completely inexplicable in retrospect, I circled ‘yes’ for the final two answers. At the last minute, I added an apology for my bad Japanese.

We sat down; eventually the lights were lights were dimmed and there were some messages read out by KENN and Toyonaga Toshiyuki in character as Dry and Pawn. There was the usual request to turn off cellphones, with the clarification that even manner mode wasn’t good enough as it might interfere with the recording equipment, plus threats of hacking and requests not to hack. KENN’s character is a hacker, if you didn’t guess.

Then, they appeared. KENN was wearing a gold tiara and he briefly petted Toyonaga, who had dog ears and a dog ‘medical’ mask for Halloween. They started talking to the audience, trying to get the mostly female audience to scream as if they were actresses in the CD drama. Then they asked us about ourselves. Who was from Tokyo? Who was from prefectures outside Tokyo? One girl said she was from Hyogo. Then they asked who was from overseas and I… didn’t raise my hand high enough. Near the front, two hands shot up to say they were from China. Both KENN and Toyonaga were suitably impressed. Had I thought much deeper about it, I would have realised that they knew. Of course there had been sufficient time for staff to look over the seventy or so responses.

The recording started and they started by mentioning how pleased they were to see so many fans from all over Japan and the world. Some were from China, they noted, and I regretted not putting my hand up and putting my own country (Britain) on the VUW map. Oh well. They started reading out the questionnaires and suddenly… I heard my name being read out. I sank into the floor.

They puzzled out what I was trying to say. I don’t remember if they got that right or not, I was too busy dying. It was complete gibberish and I’ve no idea why I was hit with such fail at the start, because I should have been able to write something coherent. I also clearly remember they thought I was from China. If anyone reading this is from China, I am sorry for disgracing your country. I should’ve put my hand up more forcibly at the start.

They concluded by musing that Japanese really was difficult. I wish I could remove these images from my head. The show continued and it was soon time to play the keyword game. The first word to come up was pyramid, then spring and finally… giant anteater.

Guess who was called upon for that one?

They immediately saw I wasn’t from China and I apologised and whispered I was from Britain, which the audience passed on to the front. My voice really isn’t that loud. I was then handed a white board and I tried to think of a good hint. In the end, I decided on ‘nose’ and luckily I can manage that kanji more or less. Unfortunately, I should have chosen ‘tongue’ like everyone else. We didn’t make it to the front of the stage. More fail.

The radio show ended and I relaxed. But no, it wasn’t the end of my self-humiliation! We had a special rock scissors paper tournament to win signed posters. I got knocked out in the second round and KENN said with sadness that the Brit hadn’t made it. There were a number of tournaments, until there was only one poster left and I was crushing all opposition… which KENN remarked upon again. It was only me and one girl left… we both threw the same thing and I lost second time around.

Kenn handed out VUW information cards as we left. I took it, thanked him and ran away to a warring states era maid cafe. Overall, I enjoyed the experience; I just regret that it was recorded. And I wish I could erase certain memories of it.