Inappropriately named buildings, and in particular apartment blocks, are common in Tokyo. Invariably in a foreign language, they are presumably designed to give the structure a certain amount of style and modernity. Possibly even sophistication. A peculiar practice I personally gained experience of very soon after arriving here, as the first place I properly called my own was somewhat ludicrously called, Maison D’or. The monicker so utterly unsuited to the obscenely cold, one step above camping accommodation it actually was, that simply just Maison would have been overly grand.
And yet even that arguably pales into insignificance when compared with this preposterously named place.