Sells delicious cakes on the fourth floor of Atre, directly overseeing the Chuo middle line JR. Prices are decent and many locals seem to enjoy here too.

+3

Perfect place to rest your feet and feast on delicious cakes! Strawberry in season, and they made really good cakes!

+3

A very nice place in Akihabara. It’s quiet and the cake was delicious. Also cool that the other side of the window is the train platform

I came here for the first time and it was wonderful.The tart was soo fresh and yummy.The seating is so peaceful and the staff is very friendly. 10/10 experience

This restaurant has one of the worst service mindsets I have ever experienced. It started when my two friends and I went up to the floor where the café was located because we needed to use the restroom. Since the entire floor seemed to consist of only this café, my friend politely asked a staff member if there was a restroom available. The staff immediately replied, “No.” Fine. We didn’t argue. We were a little surprised, but we let it go. What’s ironic is that I had actually wanted to try this café for a while because their cakes looked beautiful at the retail counter downstairs. So despite the strange interaction, I still invited my friends to sit down with me. We ordered a single slice of cake. Completely normal. Then suddenly, after seating us, the staff casually told my friend that there was a restroom after all and that she could use it. At that moment, instead of feeling welcomed as customers, we felt like we were being “granted permission” by people who clearly saw basic human decency as some kind of special privilege. The whole thing already felt unnecessarily petty and hostile. While waiting, one of my friends came back from the restroom, and I joked, “The cake still hasn’t arrived… honestly it doesn’t even look like they’re making it.” When my friend went to ask, the staff finally informed us that we were supposed to order through a QR code system — something nobody bothered to explain from the beginning. So I reordered everything properly through the QR code and even added a coffee set. Then came the next problem. A staff member walked over and told us that because there were three people sitting at the table, we were required to order three items. I explained calmly that I was the only person eating, and my two friends were simply accompanying me while waiting. But the staff replied that my friends had already used the restroom. Imagine hearing that as justification for forcing extra orders. I tried to compromise and said, “Then just count my restroom privilege for them,” and even offered to have my friends wait outside downstairs instead. Most reasonable places would have stopped there. Not this café. They still refused to bring my order. When we asked why, they said it was because my other friend was still in the restroom. At that point, the atmosphere was so unpleasant and humiliating that I completely lost my appetite. I walked to the counter and said we would leave instead, and asked them to pack my order to go. But no — apparently the coffee had already been poured into a dine-in cup, and the set menu “could not” be changed to takeaway. So I told them to charge me full price for the coffee and just cancel the cake altogether if needed. And somehow, unbelievably, the staff continued arguing that my friends had used the restroom and that they had already served THREE glasses of water to the table — as if untouched tap water was some kind of luxury service we should feel indebted for. At that point I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing anymore. So I finally said, “Then just charge us for using the restroom,” because there was absolutely no chance anyone could enjoy eating in such a hostile environment. And do you know what they charged us? 2,145 yen — basically the price of THREE slices of cake — despite us never even receiving the food. We paid and walked out. This experience completely ruined my day and honestly became one of the ugliest memories of this trip. What makes it even more disappointing is that throughout my time here, I’ve met so many genuinely kind, warm, and thoughtful people. But this café was the exact opposite. Cold. Petty. Ungenerous. And shockingly obsessed with policing who is “worthy” of sitting, drinking water, or using a restroom. In my country, we share food, share tables, and make space for each other without treating hospitality like a transactional weapon. I have never felt so unwelcome in a café before.