I was so scared and clung to the kudzu so much that I'm starting to get hungry. Let's eat something.
You've got to try Iya soba.
I had had enough and decided to eat "Iya-soba" at a restaurant in the area. I wanted to eat something local, after all.
I wandered down the street I had come from, and found a store that had been closed on the way there was open. As soon as I peeked in, I heard a woman's voice saying, "Welcome!
Can I get you something to eat?" I asked him, and he said it was early and he could only do soba.
Rather, I was only going to eat soba, so I ordered, "By all means, please.
What about some wild vegetables?" I ordered "Please have some wild vegetables, too.
In about five minutes, the Sansai Iya Soba came.
First time I've had it, and the soba is thick! The thickness varies. But this is the basic type of Iya soba. I ate a lot of warm soba and wild vegetables (straw and kakana).
I was very satisfied with the simple but delicious Iya-soba.
Feeling rejuvenated, I decided to go see "Pissing Little Boy.