My son loves owls, and Japan has once again proved itself to be the mythical fantasyland that caters to every single human interest. Are you into animated rape porn? Tokyo has an entire district of shops just for you. Want some poisonous sushi? Dozens of restaurants serve that crazy deadly puffer fish. You can get some sleep in a nap store, buy used panties in vending machines, or be a contestant on a game show that physically harms your family members whenever you get a question wrong. Japan has absolutely everything, and now, for people like my son who can't stop talking about owls, they have owl cafes.
Here's how it works. While you wait in line, you are served with soup and a coke. You pay your ten bucks and then walk around the cafe for a set amount of time, petting owls and letting them stand on your head while you take pictures. Cafe owls are not afraid of humans, and all desperately want to you to pet them. The only rules? Turn the flash on your camera off you asshole and no blaming the staff when the owl shits all over your arm. Apparently, that happens frequently.
I love this idea, and I admire Japan's commitment to supplying what people demand, regardless of it's weirdness. However, I will admit that I am slightly biased here. An owl cafe in Japan? I think that is an awesome idea. But if I saw an owl cafe in Chicago? I'd probably walk past it muttering something about hipsters and their ironic bullshit.
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