Beer & Cafe BERG
ビア&カフェ BERG · Beer & Cafe BERG
- Ward
- Shinjuku
- Price
- ¥500~1,200
- Hours
- 07:00-23:00
- Closed
- New Year period
- Getting there
- JR Shinjuku Stn east exit walk 1 min or less
- Founded
- 1970
- You order and pay at the register at the back and take your tray from there
- From outside it always looks full and you are tempted to give up
- Seconds on foot from the east ticket gates of Shinjuku Station
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Obvious to locals, invisible to visitors
There is a simple reason guidebooks leave this out: to the people who live here it is too obvious to be worth explaining.
You order and pay at the register at the back and take your tray from there — pure self-service. The menu covers the wall and runs long. Start deliberating when your turn comes and the line jams behind you; deciding while you queue is the rhythm here.
From outside it always looks full and you are tempted to give up, but by the time you have queued and paid, something has usually opened — standing spots included, the turnover is very fast. Do not hunt for a seat first; join the order line.
Seconds on foot from the east ticket gates of Shinjuku Station. Open from 7am to 11pm, so the person eating bread and coffee at dawn shares a counter with the person drinking beer at dusk. That mix of tourists, office workers and pensioners is itself a cross-section of Shinjuku.
The name says beer and cafe, and both are the draw. The sausages come from a maker who has taken gold at international competitions. Coffee from around ¥220 and morning sets from ¥439 make it startlingly cheap for Shinjuku.
It is self-service: return your dishes to the counter when finished. There is nearly always a queue, so vacating quickly is the courtesy here. A standing counter makes a single drink easy too.
When it opened in 1970 it was an ordinary kissaten with table service. The switch to self-service came in 1990 and made it what it is now — an old shop that gave up formality rather than lose its customers, and in doing so kept the cheapest coffee at Shinjuku station. Traces of the older place survive in the heavy cups and the lettering on the wall menus.
What it is
Shinjuku is a ward where a mega-terminal abuts narrow alleys. Open the door and time folds back a layer. Even the colour of the light differs from the street outside. Toast is only put on after you order — reckon on about ten minutes. A rainy weekday is the sweet spot — the crowd thins dramatically. Menus are often Japanese-only; showing a photo or pointing works perfectly well. If you return, come at a different hour — the impression changes considerably.
What to order
Why locals keep coming
Nobody hurries you along — a kind of slack that has vanished from the chains. Not renovating turned out to be the strongest differentiator — this is a kind of space you cannot build new.