This season was about as enjoyable as a room full of unfinished homework. The story stumbled around like a panda on roller skates, and the character writing? Let's just say it had all the depth of a kiddie pool. What happened to the hooks and genuine heart? It felt like many of the dialogues were slapped together for convenience—evidence of this was glaring in that cringe-worthy scene with Ami's grandma. Seriously, was that heartfelt, or did someone accidentally edit in a random soap opera script? I half-expected a dramatic soundtrack to start playing. (I think it actually got played too lmao)
Now, let’s talk about the harem aspect. Initially, it was engaging enough and seemed to suggest a lighthearted competition. But then the plot decided to binge-watch itself and dished us ‘glimpses of the future,’ effectively giving us a hint that there is indeed a winner. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any wilder, the author chucked in another five ladies into the mix—like adding extra toppings to an already overloaded pizza. I can only describe it as plain absurdity; I’m still questioning how that was a necessary plot to be added. I mean, keeping track of names was hard enough!
And while I know how wild harem shows can get, from the looks of the first season, I never expected it to get as wild as "High School DxD." Although that might be an overstatement but you do get my point. If the first season was trying to pay homage to "The Quintessential Quintuplets," this season felt more like a parody, complete with clumsy attempts at humor that seemed to miss the mark more often than not.
Picture this: you stroll into the café like it’s a battle royale, but suddenly the main character turns into superman without his invulnerability, getting kissed and "abused" relentlessly by all these so-called goddesses. Honestly, it felt less like playful flirting and more like a one-man comedy skit of 'What Can Go Wrong?' Gotta love the abundance of boundaries shattered, right?
What was supposed to be lighthearted escapades turned into a what-is-happening-to-my-eyes spectacle that left me more uncomfortable than amused. It's like watching someone put way too much hot sauce on their taco—at first, you're intrigued, but then you're just hoping they don't spontaneously combust.
In the end, the second season of "Cafe Terrace and Its Goddesses" was a major downer. All the magic and charisma evaporated faster than my will to review it! Instead of the delightful narrative I expected, what I got was more chaos than character engagement, leaving me scrabbling for something amusing—anything—to salvage my faith in the show. So, unless you have a penchant for hot sauce dancing and cozy kitchen shenanigans gone rogue, I’d suggest giving this season a raincheck.
