Ethiopian Food

So, tonight I went with a group of BYU interns to this little Ethiopian restaurant. It wasn't bad. But then again, it wasn't exactly what I would call good. I suppose if I was a really sarcastic kind of person I would say that it's no wonder all those little Ethiopian kids look the way they do. I wouldn't ever finish my plate if that's what was in front of me at every meal either.

All and all it was a "good experience." It was something new that I had never done before. (and probobly won't do again anytime soon) You ate everything with your hands and with this crepe-like tortilla (which was cool). Things tasted really vinigery.

Downstairs in the back where the bathrooms were they had this little room with comfy chairs and little tables and pillows and a door you could slide shut (must have been for special groups or something). I could just imagine all these Ethiopians in that room smoking away at a giant hooka as they all sit around on those little cushioned chairs and eat vinegery and spicey flavored lamb, chicken, and beef in little crepe-like tortillas.