...the waiter at Olive You (Greenwood) said to me, at 11am on a Saturday morning, in response to my request, Hi, I just wanted to stop in for an omelet.
It's on the menu posted out front, I replied to his reply.
"Oh, we stopped doing that a while ago," he said, lackadaisically.
No omelets? This is a Greek restaurant?
"Yes."
That’s open for brunch?
"That’s right."
Then it’s the strangest Greek restaurant I’ll never eat in.*
* I don't count the time we went in to Olive You for take out. It was during their first month in existence. We chatted with the owner, and before you could say avgolemono he had talked us into homemade dolmathes, marinated peppers, calimari and olives for a cool $45. Apparently the only thing we didn't get was the undercoating.
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