The Peanut Depot.

"Daria fished her last Marlboro from the crumpled pack in her sweater pocket. The cigarette was bent and she frowned as she carefully straightened it with her fingertips. The smoke masked the oily smell of peanuts roasting down the street, tumbling like agate in their steel barrel vats. Two young black men hefted burlap sacks from the open doorway of The Peanut Depot, shouldered them out onto the sidewalk and left them like greasy sandbags beside a parking meter."

--Silk