The noise of a dish breaking in a bus tub was the first Sameer and Sasha knew of Super Ova, a pop-up brunch place inside the tropical fish store next to their apartment.
They both thought it was kind of a strange venue for a restaurant, but after the first weekend, there was a line out the door.
The following weekend they woke early and stood by the door before Super Ova opened.
The food was superb, the atmosphere, with a kaleidoscope of sea creatures darting about, was both artistic and relaxing, the turmeric and bourbon bottomless mimosas were sublime and their server, Jillian was sweet and efficient.
Of course, Super Ova became Sameer and Sasha’s thing, to the point they had a table unofficially reserved, nestled in a corner, just behind Rat Farce, an eight-person competitive disc-golf/acapella singing group that seemed to be “on their way to regionals” in one of the two disciplines every Sunday morning.
Jillian, their server from the first visit, always took care of them, accommodated their special requests, and substituted the vegan after meal mints that were supposed to accompany the check with two minuscule shreds of high THC edible Piglets from the nearby traditional golf and cannabis provisioning shop, The 100 Baker Woods.
Sasha sometimes wondered if Sameer had a crush on the petite brunette server because she definitely did.
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