Culture 'Hooters for incels' cafe hiring more staff after seeing business boom

A controversial cafe branded ‘Hooters for incels' is now hiring more staff because of a boom in business.

Animaid Cafe waitresses at the Japanese-inspired eatery wear short skirts as part of their manga-style uniform. It was slammed by local councillor Joanne Harding last month who said it made her “flesh crawl.” One customer also dubbed the cafe in Manchester ‘Hooters for incels'.

But Animaid’s bosses are now looking to hire more ‘maids’ as management credits the councillors’ comments for an increase in customers. Staff at the questionable venue wear anime-style uniforms which also include fishnets.


Before entering the cafe, punters must agree to a set of rules including do not touch the maids. It is the only cafe of its kind in the UK and based in the city’s indoor trading market ‘Afflecks Palace.’


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The theme is influenced by maid cafes in Japan where staff dress up in maid outfits to serve customers drinks and snacks. Typically, a customer is put on a pedestal as waitresses refer to them as “masters.”

After discovering the cafe, Cllr Harding said: “'A "maid cafe" - No touching or asking to touch the maids. ”We have a gender-based violence strategy and ask "is this ok?”

Many locals agreed with Harding and slammed the venue for its bizarre list of rules. However, the cafe responded to the claims and insisted the touching rules were there to empower the maids.

One of the managers, Vic Littley says comments made by the councillor helped put the cafe on the map and they are now in need of more ‘maids.' She said: “Customers have stuck by us since the media attention.

”We have become a lot busier since and are currently hiring more staff to help out. A bad situation has turned into something more positive. Attention from the counsellor made us want to improve our service. There has been a fast increase in positive attention too. More people are open to hearing about what we do and asking questions. “

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Japanese city people largely are out and about in the city rather than staying at home although I'm not sure how much covid changed society. So having a cat when you can't really be with it beyond when you're sleeping just isn't fair to the animal. The cat cafe is a thing in the cities because people get to have a break just having the simple enjoyment of interacting with a furry little animal.

Yes cats are far more independent and they won't lose their mind if you're gone for the whole day unlike dogs. But I'd argue it's rather cruel if you expect such a creature to be shacked up in a tiny apartment with no one to interact with. What Domestic Cats really want is to be able to go in and out of a house where they can then go outside and murder every small animal they can sneak up on.

True. Cats really are natures little furry murder machines.
 
Maid cafe? Moar liek mid cafe amirite

Take away the weeb accoutrements and these girls are dogs, except the one with long dark hair. I guess that kind of fits in with the theme though, if they were hotter then they would seem totally unobtainable and would repel the target audience.
 
The butthurt over the rules is really funny to me; I've been to a maid cafe in Japan, and this article doesn't exactly scratch the surface of "the rules". The rules seem to be an inextricable part of the experience, in addition to safety concerns covered by the more basic ones.

I'll preface this by saying my friend tricked me into attending (and my very obvious "you tricked me" side-eye directed at him the second I realized what was up was greatly amusing to everyone).

I find this kind of shit so embarrassing that given proper notice, I'd sooner crawl up my own asshole like a homosexual turtle than take part voluntarily. No problem with others doing it, you do you, but not for me.

Once we were inside and the cute maids all greeted in perfect synchronization, I was trapped and at that point it would be super rude and even more autistic to leave like a spooked stray cat, or actually do the asshole-turtle maneuver, so I stayed, smiled, and rolled with it. Plus I got a story out of it.

The rules were explained by my friend, most of them already covered by others, the no touching no numbers and so on.

However there were other rules.

Rules clearly intended to entertain the staff, not the customers.

For example, you order a drink. Oh you don't just say thanks and accept it, no, that's faaaaar to simple. No you need to recite an incantation complete with embarrassing arm movements, mimicing your maid's lead before you get the drink. No exceptions.

Also, you get to take a picture with a maid of your choice...great!

Well, there's a pound of dignity based flesh you will leave in that room for the privilege: you will be directed to choose a set of animal ears on a headband that you must wear for the picture, no exceptions, you then must also make some kind of cutesy decidedly feminine hand gesture for the picture as well.

I still have the picture, the maid of course signed it with a cute colored gel pen and such as part of the deal, and frankly it's a cute picture.

It's also a picture I keep a minimum of 25 yards from any camera or scanning device.

All this to say, the rules aren't only there to keep the customer from creepin' it's also one of the perks: directing awkward dweeby dudes to do embarrassing things, and getting paid to do it.
 
I am struggling to see what possible outrage this could cause. It's a cringy coffee shop.

Considering the rest of the uks enrichment I don't get how this gets noticed.
 
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How did they find six girls in Manchester who weren't visibly obese? How did they persude six girls in Manchester to wear so much clothing?!

Never mind Hooters - and what an odd comparison to make anyway here in Blighty - this is very clearly a vampire coven operating in plain sight.
I think it's just the one vampire...
 
Sound cool really. There's nothing wrong with seeing cute chicks in a maid outfit serve you food and flirt with you. Sure it's fake, but the caveman part of your brain will thank you. I swear, your average woman is such a killjoy. Thay always call the most innocuous things incel-adjacent or misogynist without even bothering to understand it. It's so crazy that in the space of 20 years, women went from cool and hot to boring and unattractive on average.

Maybe its my standards, but they look alright to me. Courteable even
Congratulations, you're brain hasn't been pornified to dust.
 
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The butthurt over the rules is really funny to me; I've been to a maid cafe in Japan, and this article doesn't exactly scratch the surface of "the rules". The rules seem to be an inextricable part of the experience, in addition to safety concerns covered by the more basic ones.

I'll preface this by saying my friend tricked me into attending (and my very obvious "you tricked me" side-eye directed at him the second I realized what was up was greatly amusing to everyone).

I find this kind of shit so embarrassing that given proper notice, I'd sooner crawl up my own asshole like a homosexual turtle than take part voluntarily. No problem with others doing it, you do you, but not for me.

Once we were inside and the cute maids all greeted in perfect synchronization, I was trapped and at that point it would be super rude and even more autistic to leave like a spooked stray cat, or actually do the asshole-turtle maneuver, so I stayed, smiled, and rolled with it. Plus I got a story out of it.

The rules were explained by my friend, most of them already covered by others, the no touching no numbers and so on.

However there were other rules.

Rules clearly intended to entertain the staff, not the customers.

For example, you order a drink. Oh you don't just say thanks and accept it, no, that's faaaaar to simple. No you need to recite an incantation complete with embarrassing arm movements, mimicing your maid's lead before you get the drink. No exceptions.

Also, you get to take a picture with a maid of your choice...great!

Well, there's a pound of dignity based flesh you will leave in that room for the privilege: you will be directed to choose a set of animal ears on a headband that you must wear for the picture, no exceptions, you then must also make some kind of cutesy decidedly feminine hand gesture for the picture as well.

I still have the picture, the maid of course signed it with a cute colored gel pen and such as part of the deal, and frankly it's a cute picture.

It's also a picture I keep a minimum of 25 yards from any camera or scanning device.

All this to say, the rules aren't only there to keep the customer from creepin' it's also one of the perks: directing awkward dweeby dudes to do embarrassing things, and getting paid to do it.
Sir, I don't know who your friend is, but this is the cancer ward at St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital. Please give little Carl his Goku plushie back and leave the premises immediately.
 
It's amazing that some people can't grasp that anywhere someone pretends to be attracted to you in exchange for money is sleazy.

It's a gross simulation of actual human interaction and the emotions it elicits. I really wonder how shallow other people's experiences have been that they can look at this and say "yeah, that's close enough".
It's okay the friendly cute girls in maid outfits aren't going to hurt you. You're in your room and the door is locked. You're going to be okay.
 
Meanwhile, a few miles West... What's left of Liverpool's first anime cafe is being doused by the fire brigade in the background. Obnoxious Bouncy House music blares out of a shitty knock-off bluetooth speaker on a park bench nearby. Two fat Scouse lasses painfully squeezed into tattered maid costumes gorge themselves on whole cakes each from a sack.

MIO: So ay punched 'er in de kite and ran before de bussies got dere

RITSU: Dey do dere don't dey do

MIO: Ay yous call'n me a puff, Ritsu?

RISTU: Maybe ay am call'n yous a puff, Mio, in fact ay kun ay am: you're a puff Mio! And yer dog is homo!

Their third fist fight in as many minutes begins as a single crumpled flyer drifts past on the wind, the cutesy catgirl image appears to be crying...

The opening credits begin: Alder Hey-ON!
 
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