So here’s the thing about Atlanta, when you’re walking, it quickly turns from a hot-spot, to the hood and vice-versa. Friday night, Chris and I found ourselves in a not-so-walking-friendly, area. We started walking towards home, when we stumbled upon (hence the name of my blog) a lofty, hip pizza joint with floor-to-ceiling windows, that calls itself SLICE. We walked in and sat ourselves by the window. We observed the exposed brick that emerged from the chipped away concrete finish, simple tables, chalk-written specials and a menu that, if you’re from Boston, reminded me of Upper-Crust Pizza. Or if you’re reading this via Amherst, think: Antonio's. If you’re from ATL, then go find out for yourself… A menu filled with creative pies. We opted for “My baby” which had sausage, pineapple, feta and tomatoes with a few Coronas.
Our server was spunky and had us call her “L”. She had previously lived above SLICE in a loft (for $700 if you catch my “cheap-cost-of-living-drift). She certainly fell off the earth once we had our food… The kind of server you had to go on a wild goose chase throughout the restaurant to get your beer replenished. Besides that, we really liked the way we felt at SLICE. Once again, the atmosphere was exactly what we were looking for. Next time we will ask for our pizza well-done… needed a bit more crunch. Our walk home quickly changed from hot-spot to hood when a bum tried to snatch our leftover box out of Chris’s hand…. Then it changed from hood to hot-spot & we were home.
So here’s the thing about Atlanta, when you’re walking, it quickly turns from a hot-spot, to the hood and vice-versa. Friday night, Chris and I found ourselves in a not-so-walking-friendly, area. We started walking towards home, when we stumbled upon (hence the name of my blog) a lofty, hip pizza joint with floor-to-ceiling windows, that calls itself SLICE. We walked in and sat ourselves by the window. We observed the exposed brick that emerged from the chipped away concrete finish, simple tables, chalk-written specials and a menu that, if you’re from Boston, reminded me of Upper-Crust Pizza. Or if you’re reading this via Amherst, think: Antonio's. If you’re from ATL, then go find out for yourself… A menu filled with creative pies. We opted for “My baby” which had sausage, pineapple, feta and tomatoes with a few Coronas. 
Our server was spunky and had us call her “L”. She had previously lived above SLICE in a loft (for $700 if you catch my “cheap-cost-of-living-drift). She certainly fell off the earth once we had our food… The kind of server you had to go on a wild goose chase throughout the restaurant to get your beer replenished. Besides that, we really liked the way we felt at SLICE. Once again, the atmosphere was exactly what we were looking for. Next time we will ask for our pizza well-done… needed a bit more crunch. Our walk home quickly changed from hot-spot to hood when a bum tried to snatch our leftover box out of Chris’s hand…. Then it changed from hood to hot-spot & we were home.
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