SLICE OF LIFE IS A TINY SHOP NEAR THE RIVER MALL ENTRANCE, OR, I SUPPOSE, EXIT, DEPENDING ON YOUR WORLDVIEW. EITHER WAY, IT'S THE ONLY PLACE IN THE WHOLE JOINT THAT DOESN'T SMELL LIKE MALL. I GUESS YOU COULD SAY IT SMELLS LIKE HOME, IF YOU GREW UP A LONG TIME AGO AND YOUR MOTHER BAKED SODA BREAD ALL DAY WHILE YOUR FATHER WORKED THE BEET FIELDS, OR SMOKED HIS PIPE ON THE PORCH AND LECTURED THE LABRADOR ON THE MERITS OF WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN.
WE DIDN'T HAVE THAT KIND OF HOME.
WE HAD POUCH DINNERS AND REAGAN AND SUCH.
POINT IS, THE SMELL IN SLICE OF LIFE, THAT HOT BREAD SMELL, IT WILL CALM YOU, OR AT LEAST IT CALMED ME.
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