The station front was a very desolate place, so I disembarked at a place two stops before it, titled "Hemidzuka Ginza Street."

Thanks to the bus ride being about thirty minutes both ways, I arrived about the time the stores start opening, but where in the world should I eat?

Wait a minute, wait, just a little longer. Haste makes waste, after all.

Soothing my pancake-flat stomach with a rub, I pore over a display vaguely resembling a market street layout.

Hmm. What should I do?