Went out to an Ethiopian resto last night. I’ve never liked Ethiopian before, but went this time because it was a good friend’s BDay and I’d been told that Addis Red Sea was really good. I’ll grant that it wasn’t bad, but I think I can now safely say I’ve tried my best and I’m done with that cuisine. Unless I get one, or more, of the following in return, I’m not eating Ethiopian again:
- I’m paid. Handsomely. In cash.
- I receive sexual favours. I’m particular about who I receive sexual favours from. I’m betting my wonderful wife is even pickier <grin />. She gets a veto.
- We get free, dependable babysitting. Preferably for a year.
- One of my offspring promises to behave for all their teenage years. Payment in advance please.
I’ve never had Ethiopan food before, so I’m curious, what is it that you don’t like?
boiled eggs and globs of stew and/or curries on a giant pancake.
you bring the food to your mouth by pinching it between strips of pancake served as cutlery.
my first exposure was at the “mesob d’or” in NDG (montreal), a tiny white-primered basement room lit with a single naked 150W bulb overhead…
there’s another one in ottawa that’s a little more decorated, very kitsch mind you, and the food is just as uhm, bizarre, but after choking on and poking my mouth with bones at that Haitian restaurant on Park Ave (again, in montreal), I actually don’t mind Ethiopian too much.
Hard to put into words…
The bread you eat with falls apart. The food is somehow tasty enough to eat and mildly enjoy. But it’s somehow bland. There are better things to do with my eating time.