Nijiya Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver unloaded groceries into Nijiya Market’s backroom, he swore he heard soft laughter echoing from empty aisles. The next morning, no one else seemed to notice—or remember—the sound. Curious, the driver mentioned it to a nearby neighbor who chuckled and said, ‘Oh that? That’s just old Mr. Tanaka playing his ukulele in the produce section.’ Everyone laughed, but nobody could ever quite agree on which aisle they’d seen him.

2. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver unloaded groceries into Nijiya Market’s backroom, he heard a strange humming sound coming from the produce section. Curious, he followed the noise and found a banana dancing to some unknown tune, its yellow peel glowing softly in the dim light. Startled, the driver laughed out loud, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Turning around, he noticed that the entire aisle had started swaying gently—bananas, apples, even cans of miso soup were bobbing along to their own rhythm. That night, Nijiya Market became famous for its secret karaoke bananas.

3. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver struggled with heavy boxes in Nijiya Market’s dimly lit aisle, he heard soft whispers coming from behind the produce section. Curious, he turned around and saw only empty shelves. Then, out of nowhere, a can of miso soup floated gently towards him, followed by a friendly voice: ‘Hey, pal! Need some help finding what you’re looking for?’ Turns out it was just his neighbor, pushing a shopping cart filled with groceries.

4. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver struggled with heavy boxes in Nijiya Market’s backroom, he overheard a voice whispering: ‘Watch where you’re going, or you’ll knock over our secret stash!’ Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Just then, a can of wasabi mysteriously fell from a high shelf and landed inches away from his feet. Startled, he muttered, ‘Who’s playing tricks on me?’ A friendly voice replied, ‘Just the usual neighborhood pranksters!’