This shop sign really says it all. |
Anyway, I went there.
At a glance, Ra.a.g.f was suspiciously small, as if it were actually a one-room apartment turned into a cafe. It turns out Ra.a.g.f actually is a one-room apartment turned into a cafe. The business seemed to be doing rather good though, as I was unable to enter without a reservation at first, and told to come back after an hour, which I did. At first I wondered why such a healthy looking venture operated in such a tiny venue. But it turns out there's might be a reason for that, and I'll get back to that later.
If you like rabbits, well, you'll find rabbits here. Ra.a.g.f (it's kind of annoying to write as well) has a solid dozen of the little critters, and you're allowed to pet them at will, or hold them if you ask nice enough. All the rabbits even seem to be different breeds, with one of them being particularly huge and twice the size of the other rabbits. They also let one rabbit at a time run loose in the common room, and as it turns out, the rabbits I had a chance to interact with were rather carefree and seemed to approach people without much of a second thought. The reason they only let one rabbit out at a time, I learned, is because two rabbits of the same gender are likely to fight, and two of the opposite gender are likely to mate. Fair enough, then.
Poop Machine is the only name you get. |
So yeah, go to Ra.a.g.f, chill with rabbits, chill with rabbit poop, eat rabbit poop, get kicked out for eating rabbit poop, do what you like there!
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