11: The magic of Momoko

Big hearts in a tiny room

When I walked into the bathroom, I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, so to speak.

After finishing lunch with my friend Ben at the Japanese kissaten-esque Danshaku Cafe, I needed to use the ladies before heading out. But the vibe in the WC was completely different than the old-style cafe where I had just had spaghetti napolitan. It was all aglow in red and…