100 percent soba

It was time for lunch.
I went to a soba restaurant in front of the JR station.
I bought a ticket from the ticket vending machine located right near the entrance.
I always eat tempura soba.
I decided to eat tempura soba again that day.

There were two ticket vending machines placed side by side.
At the ticket vending machine next to where I bought the ticket, there was a small man around 70 years old buying the ticket.
The man couldn’t buy the soba ticket he wanted.
He turned to me and said, “This machine is broken”.

The soba restaurant has a narrow frontage and a long back.
The kitchen and counter are at the back of the store.

A thin, petite, middle-aged woman was standing behind the counter.
I handed my ticket to the woman.

I returned to my seat and waited for the soba to be ready.
After a while, the middle-aged woman at the counter yelled, with a strange intonation, “Tempura soba!”.

I went to the counter, got some soba, went back to my seat, and started eating soba.

The advertisement posted on the wall in front of me said that our soba is 100 percent soba.

It was my first time eating 100 percent soba.

The texture was sticky.