About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while loading groceries into his car, a regular noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside Tensuke Market. Curious, he peered through the open door and caught sight of a delivery driver dancing in the aisle, arms flailing as if conducting an invisible orchestra. The regular approached cautiously, thinking maybe the driver was having a bad day. To his surprise, everyone else in the store joined in, forming a makeshift dance line around the produce section. By the time the song ended, half the customers were laughing and clapping, and someone had even brought out some sushi for celebration. It turned out that Tensuke Market’s weekly ‘dance delivery’ was a well-known secret among locals.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Tensuke Market with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates in the dimly lit alleyway, he heard a soft rustling sound from behind the dumpster. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw an old cat padding out from under the dumpster, its tail twitching as it eyed the boxes of ripe tomatoes. With a smile, the driver whispered, ‘Looks like you’ve found yourself a midnight snack.’ He left a few extra veggies for his furry neighbor and drove off into the quiet night.
3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Tensuke Market with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates of oranges, he heard a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside one of them. Curious, he opened it carefully—and found nothing but a lone orange dancing in perfect time to some unheard melody. Shaking his head, he finished his work and left. The next morning, everyone agreed that Tensuke Market had the best-sounding oranges in town.
4. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside Tensuke Market, a delivery driver pulled up to the empty parking lot. Suddenly, the store’s neon sign flickered on and off like a mischievous wink. The delivery driver stepped out of his truck with a puzzled smile, thinking he must be seeing things. But then, from inside the market, came a faint echo of ‘Thank you for shopping at Tensuke!’ The neon sign blinked once more before going dark again. Shrugging it off as a prank, the driver went home, never realizing that every night after closing time, Tensuke Market was hosting its very own late-night party.