Wave first showed me this place a few years ago. She brought her bike, because she is a local. It's in an alley, and if you are a tourist you probably wouldn't find it.
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Outside Milk Hall in the alley. Photo by Nami. |
I came again with N a year or so later, but it was under renovation. There was a tiny corner open for business, with a handkerchief bar. We ate ice cream, they played records.
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From their website |
Matt and I have met here for coffee a couple of years in a row. It's dark wood and glass, a
kissaten juke joint. It's moody and varnished and they have good taste in music.
Milk Hall Kamakura.
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