TOKYO — Walking in the quiet neighborhood, you begin to wonder whether you’re in the right place. The building isn’t marked, and the address is gatekept unless you’ve secured a reservation.
Inside, a barista wears a crisp black jacket and a broad smile, and birds are chirping on the sound system. A giant black ball fills most of the room, containing seating for four. For the next 90 minutes, you will be treated to a six-course coffee menu with an extravagance that is almost impossible to overstate.
