She was a pleasant breakfast companion albeit somewhat reticent like her Scandic forefathers. But it was her table I joined so I was in no place to remark: It was, after all, the first time I had the pleasure having a meal with a child-sized storybook character at my table.
The Moomin Bakery and Cafe is on the lower floor of the frenetic Tokyo Dome City shopping arcade. At the cafe I learned the following: The Moomin are from the forests of Finland; They live in the Moominvalley; They are not hippopotami (despite appearances). It was unclear to me, however, whether they moved in the same social circles with the Babar clan and Moominmamma politely declined to answer my inquiry. (I thought later that it was terribly presumptuous of me to assume all children’s storybook characters knew each other.)
We had a small breakfast of mini-quiches, hot chocolate, and sweets all very capable of quickly raising your glycemic index. The cafe was surprisingly busy with Tokyoites of all ages. It was an unexpected touch of Scandinavia in busy Tokyo.