Sixty-five years of
quiet mornings.
代々受け継がれる、一杯の珈琲。
In the spring of 1960, a young man named Yonemoto set down two copper kettles on a wooden counter just outside the gates of Tsukiji market. The fish merchants came first — for warmth, for the bitter, careful drip that woke them before dawn.
「1960年、ジャズと珈琲の街に、米本珈琲は始まりました。」
One winter evening in 1966, a quiet Englishman with round glasses sat in the back corner. He stayed for two cups, paid in yen, and left a small folded note. The note is framed by the till. His name was John.
Today the kettles are still copper. The counter is the same dark cedar. Behind it stands the founder's grandson — third generation, same hand, same patience. The mornings are quieter than they were. The coffee is the same.



