Quirky cafe: Regress to childhood at this tretop cafe

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Quirky cafe: Regress to childhood at this tretop cafe

by: Jessica Kozuka | Metropolis Magazine | May 04, 2013
Nanjya MonjyaCuisine: American
Price:
2
Review:
3
Hours: : 12:00-17:30
: 12:00-17:30
Address:
5-55 Mitsuzawahigashi-cho, Kanagawa
Japan
Menu: n/a

I had a treehouse when I was a kid. I confess I used it as my own private clubhouse long after it stopped being age-appropriate. When I was in high school, a big storm knocked down the tree it was in and our back room wasn’t the only thing that was crushed.

So when I heard about Nanjya Monjya, a café in an honest-to-goodness treehouse, I knew I had to go. Never mind that it was only open a few hours on Fridays and Saturdays, weather permitting. Never mind that it was rather inconveniently located far from the station in a suburb of Yokohama. And never mind that the food menu had exactly three items on it: curry, French toast and pizza. This was a chance to hang out in a treehouse again!

I rocked up on a Saturday afternoon to find a line snaking down the street. It turns out the treehouse—part of a quirky room-share arrangement—was recently featured in the new TV show Sharehouse no Koibito. With just 20 seats to go around, it would be a long wait, but I was not to be deterred.

Two hours later I was questioning my priorities in life. Also, whether we would be able to be seated before the café closed. Sure enough, just as we were nearing the front of the line, the staff came down to apologetically announce they were running out of food and would only be able to seat a few more people. We didn’t make the cut.

Still, they were nice enough to let us up into the treehouse to take a look around, and it is definitely the kind of place you could while away an afternoon. Situated on the top of a hill, the treehouse gets lots of sun and has a great view over the neighborhood. The mismatched chairs and funky objets d’art give the place an authentic hideaway feel, and it certainly had the cramped layout and slightly sick-inducing sway of my old treehouse. Naturally, I loved it.

As I sadly climbed down the steps and went in search of another place to eat, I thought to myself, “Fate may have intervened this time, Nanjya Monjya, but I’ll be back, and next time, I’ll be first in line.”

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