I finally found a line-up for food that I didn’t have the patience to stand in.
I mean, look at that. It’s for a well-regarded soba noodle restaurant in Kyoto, and I was excited to try it, but that line was going to be an hour, at least. Assuming that the place was as small as many of the restaurants here tend to be, that might have been closer to two hours.
Uh, no thanks.