Reports
In My 30s, I Opened the Door to a Shinjuku Snack Bar and Fell Down a Rabbit Hole.
A visit to the social media-famous bar with a 20-something 'Mama.' For a clear price of 2500 yen, I found a cure for my urban loneliness.
Shinjuku after working overtime. A 30-something office worker, looking for a third place that wasn't a pub or home, knocked on the door of a Japanese snack bar for the first time. This is the story of a night I was saved by Gen Z singing Showa-era pop and the perfect, comfortable distance created by a former office-lady 'Mama.'
