Although my journey around east Asia has been largely solo, one of my pals from London flew out to meet me in Japan. As he’s one of my boozier cohorts and I rarely drink nowadays, we spent a lot of time doing our own thing. I could always count on spending the most important meal of the day on my tod (that’s no complaint; the introvert inside just loves a quiet, pensive and lonesome start to the day). After a little desk research and asking my AirBnb host where to go for breakfast in Tokyo, I had a little shortlist for my six days in the capital. My favourite spot? Sawamura Bread & Tapas, near Roppongi.
During my relatively short visit of less than an hour, I saw not one but three mother-daughter duos bonding over the plentiful pastries. The clientele is primarily female (I saw one male gaijin – foreigner – who stood out like a sore thumb), as you might expect from a Franco-Japanese bakery. But infinitely more important than the clientele is the ridiculously indulgent spread they put out. For your rumbly tums, here’s a look at what you can expect from a Sawamura breakfast…
Hawk-eyed and on the lookout for the Japanese decorum, I noticed some girls of my own ilk loading their tray with three pastries each so I followed suit; completely forgetting my eyes-tummy syndrome. That’s my tendency to think my appetite is larger than it is – a regular occurrence pour moi.
Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what I was eating as the signs were all in Japanese and my knowledge of the language is limited at best. A sturdy sourdough topped with red leicester, artichoke and champignons, I think, was my savoury choice. I followed it up with a little hollow, mushroom-shaped cake with custard and chocolate inside, dusted with cappuccino powder. At this point I was starting to get stomach cramps so the baristas kindly packaged up my third, perhaps unnecessary, pastry for later. Having chosen a Royal Honey Caffe Latte, again with the eyes-tummy, I was pleasantly surprised that it wash’t at all too sweet. In fact, it was rather dry with just a tiny lining of honey, thank goodness. I don’t think I could have taken a sugary drink at that point.
Get to Hiro-O station and leave via exit three. Turn right and walk for about five minutes. It’s on the other side of the road. Undoubtedly, it had the best atmosphere and pastries I had during my stint in Japan. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, should you go!