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| - I really wanted to love this place, I really really did. For some reason my step-dad refuses to go to any other Ethiopian restaurant and I cant for the life of me figure out why.
The three of us (my parents and myself) came in on a sunday night around 7. The front door was closed and locked with the sandwich board behind the glass and I honestly thought they were closed. Upon closer inspection, the board said to go through the door on the patio which was kind of an obsticle course to figure out. Once we got in, I realized the place was literally COMPLETELY empty. That made me a little uneasy.
There was a single server who was also the owner's son. He was very nice and that is honestly what has earned them 2 stars instead of one.
Let me clarify by saying that my parents have now been to this place a total of 5 times including this visit. One of the times, it was randomly closed to we went to Lalibella instead and the other 4, including this time, they were out of lamb. My parents have gone on weekend and week days, at the begining of service or toward the middle and never have they had available. When we asked why they didn't have lamb this time, he told us that he didn't have a car and he goes to to the meat shop himself to pick it up usually and hasn't had the time. He also said that normally he just writes on the sandwich board when lamb is in and people come in so it goes quickly.
I get the whole small business thing, I've worked in small restaurants, but I found the whole exchange EXTREMELY unprofessional. The explination was ridiculous and the way it was put to us was more of a "take it or leave it, I don't really care" kind of deal. I would much have preferred to leave it at that point, but my step-dad assured me the quality of food was better here than anywhere else. Now that I've eaten it, I would like to respectfully disagree.
The portions were small, the prices were high and the injera was cold. Not just like room temperature cold, i mean it was taken out of the fidge and delivered to us cold and hard. So hard in fact that when I was bending it to pick up my food, it was cracking. It also had an aftertaste I've never experienced with injera that I can only assume came from the chilling of it.
All in all, I didn't see one reason to come back. The next time I go out with my parents, I'm going to try and convince them to get sushi.
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