While this wasn’t on our must-do list, we nonetheless ended up here having an alfresco dinner one not-entirely sweltering DC evening. I’ve only eaten Ethiopian once, and H.J. never before, so we were pumped.
So, how was it? In a word, tame. Yes, Ethiopian…tame. I was expecting different meats (goat at least, which I love) and extreme levels of heat. Neither to be found.
Our dining companion ordered the vegetarian spread, while we ordered awaze tibs (spicy beef) and yebeg aletcha wot (lamb in a mild curry sauce). The lamb was straight up bland and needed both salt and heat. The beef, though delicious, lacked the fieriness promised.
It was decent, don’t get me wrong – just not a wow. The evening’s highlight was seeing H.J. eat the spicy beef without breaking a sweat when months ago he would have been begging for water. He is so ready for our SE Asian gustatory adventure.