This super cute café was on my way home after registering with a new doctor. A very sweet little place tucked away amidst all the paddy fields and industrial farm buildings. Light colours, relaxing Hisaishi Joe music and a kind of regency-meets-rustic aesthetic - very cosy.

While not cheap, I very much enjoyed the food. Light but satisfying. The bread was the best I've had in Japan, even compared with expensive restaurants in Shinjuku. The salad was delicious and while I don't usually order gratin, this one was well-balanced. The parfait and coffee were also very cute. The focus of the menu was on 'Namafu', a kind of stodgy gluten cake that was in everything - the soup, the salad, even the parfait. It was a little like a squishier gnocchi. Not something I'd seek out in other restaurants but fun to have served so many different ways.

Eating here was a pleasure. I'm not sure they have many male patrons and you might feel out of place if you're insecure in your masculinity. But that probably isn't a surprise given that it's called Fuwarin, lol. It's close to my new house so I'll probably come again.