In that wet and blustery week between Christmas and New Year, I walked/was blown eastwards along Church Road and was surprised to see that several new cafés had sprung up of late. Slice looked particularly inviting and I resolved to give it a try.
Come January, I met up with the venerable Grey Earl and a mutual friend of ours, already a Slice regular who had waxed lyrical about their good-value sandwiches, to check it out.
The first thing that struck me was the use of the large interior space: it was notable that they had not crammed the tables in but, instead, had opted for a variety of sizes of flea market tables and chairs clustered into mini zones. There’s the raised area in the window for people-watching, the large tables for meeting groups of friends or working on that ever-present laptop, couch for reading the paper, armchair zone at the back, cushion-filled bench perch and a thoughtfully-provided little kid’s table with mini chairs tucked in next to the service counter. The dark grey walls added to the cosy feel, very different from the coffee chain experience.
Friendly but not intrusive service completed the feel, along with their interesting choice of music: mellow but not dull, didn’t interfere with our conversation but did make me stop and think, “Hey, isn’t that…?” several times.
So, the cawfee. Well, just by looking at my name you can tell I’m a right old wuss with the caffeine, and so I had to take my latte back to be watered down – it was far too strong for me. Very obliging barrista didn’t laugh at me or anything. There was an extensive menu of sandwiches but, it being a morning visit, I chose a “savoury muffin” which turned out to be foccaccia in a muffin shape – those cunning Slicers! Very tasty it was too.
So, yeah… Slice is nice. Give it a go.