Having eaten amazingly good Ethiopian food in the dingiest, grimiest scourge-of-the-health-district joints across the continent, I was a bit stunned to find such a wholesome-looking place rated so highly. However, taking refuge from the midday sun under the wide umbrellas on the expansive patio, my coworkers and I were not disappointed. The doro wat, the vegetable platter, the homemade cheese were all so good I can forgive whoever poured the pitchers of water for substituting a flotilla of sad little lemon slices for any measure of ice whatsoever.\r
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Inexplicably not air conditioned--are they trying to replicate Ethiopia's climate to enhance the experience?--the inside was nonetheless charming. The only pall cast over the experience was a near brawl that occurred across the street as a group of people hunkered down in lawn chairs outside their house entered into a dialogue with some individuals who exited the bus at the corner. Certain words were exchanged, as were certain glass projectiles--a bottle or two? The tension mounted as we tersely sipped our warming, vaguely lemon-flavored water. Luckily, the bus riders caroused off into the...well wait, then, it was only noon, wasn't it? Caroused off into the...noon? How is it that all of them were so drunk that early? How do I get that job?\r
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Aaaaanyway. My coworkers--one an Ethiopian food newbie, the other formerly a believer that it was supposed to be served with cottage cheese--became, respectively, a convert and a zealot. Me, I'm going back some day when I'm not working so I can have some beer. I'm just not taking the bus.\r
Pros: Great, authentic food. Nifty scratch-made cheese. Charming hosts.
Cons: Drunken, glass-bottle-throwing patio furniture dwellers across the street.
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