Stanley had wanted to show me a card trick but there were no playing cards on hand.įriday night was slow so I was able to overstay the hour mark. Undivided intimate interaction allow hosts to blur reality with fantasy. As noted by my butler, it allowed each host to spend more time with the patrons which directly and significantly adds to the experience. If that wasn’t enough, you also know it’s a party when DJ SiSen reserved his own table.Īssistance from the hotel restaurant’s wait staff in handling service and checks provided a vast improvement from last year. It quickly escalated to hosts passing flowers among themselves. They started with purposely dropping items and enjoying the view. A large table next to us had a grand time ordering hosts to perform certain acts. The night crowd proved more rowdy than their morning counterparts and the hosts were ready to meet the challenge. It speaks volumes of the efforts the hosts summon to bring the magic to life.Īnd there’s plenty of magic. A servant naturally does not dine with his Master, after all. It’s fascinating to note that the usual awkwardness of eating alone while another watches doesn’t materialize here. It was absolutely adorable and enlighteningly entertaining listening to my butler excitedly explain the specific steps to counter Darius. Another butler stopped by and they launched into the mechanics and tactics of gameplay in exceedingly high detail. Stanley’s favorite champion from League of Legends. I believe we spent close to an hour on Pantheon alone. We covered Watamote, competition between Host Club and Maid Cafe, eating habits as it pertains to condiments, wardrobe choices in conveying one’s confidence, his three week long busted lip*, the circular logic of bad pirates** and Pantheon. We chatted the time away like old friends running into each other. He exercised far more liberty in a lively conversation. My butler restrained himself to one piece of sushi. However, there is no denying the wishes of a Master. The Club Ikemen Paradise, like My Cup of Tea, forbids staff from eating food on the clock. We were discussing dinner and I debated sharing my food. In that instant, I transformed into Ciel with my very own Sebastian! Picture such a deliciously dressed butler delivering the above phrase in a thick, obedient voice and with his enchanting eyes slightly downcast. His suspenders framed the stylish sight with titillating precision. “Well, I have to do what you tell me to.”