Tully's coffee shops, found all over Japan, (and everywhere else), make an acceptable range of cakes and coffee, even if a little predictable. (I shouldn't complain, since that 'sameyness' inevitably goes with the territory. The whole point of a franchise being, that those people who don't like surprises can find the sense of security they crave in knowing exactly what their money is buying.)
The location, usually in the centre of town, somewhere near the train station, makes it a popular haunt for weekend shoppers, and... well... every now and then, if you're tired after trawling the local デパート, (department stores), and in need of instant gratification, 'predictable' is kind of comforting...
Trying this for the first time today, I found the texture satisfying, (it fulfilled the 'peanut butter test' - ie. an appropriate film of fat was left to coat the inside of the mouth. But the flavour?... Well to be honest there wasn't anything I could actually identify in there, apart from the slightly smoky taste of the sugar topping. Personally, after looking at it intently for a moment before attacking it with the cake fork, I had hoped for something a bit more overtly 'vanilla'... 'ish.' Even a hint of lemon would have been nice... with a small twist of candied lemon peel? (I dream...)
Today, being a still chilly early spring day, I also chose another Tully's special, Honey Milk Latte... ホット('hotto' or, in English, 'hot'). Taste? OK...(could have been stronger). Foam topping? MMmmm... Thick, firm, moist, and pleasantly spoonable. With the swirl of honey syrup, it is enough to satisfy even the most demanding sugarphile. I found myself sucking happily on my spoon, then absentmindedly scraping the bottom of the paper cup with an unexpected determination. It was a pity to come to the end of it.
The location, usually in the centre of town, somewhere near the train station, makes it a popular haunt for weekend shoppers, and... well... every now and then, if you're tired after trawling the local デパート, (department stores), and in need of instant gratification, 'predictable' is kind of comforting...
This slice of cake, named, exotically, "Mille Crêpe Brûlée," comes with a dark caramelized brûlée topping, and layer after ever-so-thin layer of cream and crepe. The whole thing holds together well... at least, long enough to get from fork to mouth, where, without a lot of effort on your part, it dissolves, wonderfully.
Today, being a still chilly early spring day, I also chose another Tully's special, Honey Milk Latte... ホット('hotto' or, in English, 'hot'). Taste? OK...(could have been stronger). Foam topping? MMmmm... Thick, firm, moist, and pleasantly spoonable. With the swirl of honey syrup, it is enough to satisfy even the most demanding sugarphile. I found myself sucking happily on my spoon, then absentmindedly scraping the bottom of the paper cup with an unexpected determination. It was a pity to come to the end of it.
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