By Megan Magdalena
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Michelle Zauner is beaming onstage as she tells the Orpheum crowd how thrilled she is to be back in Vancouver—and how convenient it is to have an H-Mart just down the street, where she claims she’s already eaten twice that day. The moment sets the tone for Japanese Breakfast’s warm and playful return to the west coast.
Zauner has become a cultural force in recent years, not only as a musician but also as the bestselling author of Crying in H Mart. With her latest album, For Melancholy Brunettes & Sad Women, released earlier this year, she returned to Vancouver with her five-piece band to deliver a show that blurred the line between concert and theatre.
The stage design was breathtaking: a giant open shell at centre stage, ocean-themed props scattered around, and a haze of dry ice that transformed the Orpheum into a dreamlike seascape. That whimsical mood carried through the night as the band leaned heavily on new material like “Orlando in Love,” “Honey Water,” and “Magic Mountain,” while also weaving in older fan favourites such as “Road Head.”

Zauner moved with ease across the stage, radiating comfort and control. Midway through the set, the performance shifted to a cozy alternate stage setup under a glowing “Melancholy Inn” sign, where the band delivered a gorgeous rendition of “Men in Bars”—this time with the drummer stepping in to cover the male vocals originally recorded by Jeff Bridges.
The encore stretched to four songs, climaxing with the irresistible one-two punch of “Be Sweet” and “Paprika,” before closing on a joyful “Everybody Wants to Love You.”
Dreamy, theatrical, and meticulously staged, Japanese Breakfast’s Vancouver return felt like more than just a concert. It was an immersive vision of Zauner’s artistry—expansive, emotional, and utterly singular.



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