Hell Street

I sit alone at a table for two waiting for the server. I am brought an extravagant menu full of a variety of fancy dishes. While searching through the menu for something fulfilling I am brought a basket of bread and butter. The fresh smell of the bread served straight out of the oven intrigued me and urged me to put the list of fancy items to the side for a moment. I buttered a piece of bread and bite after bite the bread was so warm and delicious; warm enough to make me feel at home. I moved from roll to roll till the basket was empty and I felt satisfied. No need to order any of those fancy dishes I saw in the menu. I was satisfied with my bread and butter.