Sure, as parents we’ve been brainwashed into believing our kids can’t sit through a single, 60-minute dinner service because Daddy Shark and Johny Johny have melted their brains into buffering autoplay putty, so it is a huge relief when the whole family can go out for a tasty meal while also letting the kids let out some pent-up kinetic intensity. Home Slice’s playscape is unlike all the others, however. Instead of those stale plastic playgrounds that slime your kid with BPA and butt chafing, Home Slice’s landscape masterpiece is a series of synthetic hills, valleys, tunnels, and a Lord of the Flies caste system that promotes a healthy imagination. Get the meatball sub!
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