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| - This is an update to the review I posted over a year ago, and I'm sorry to say that this has to be - by far - the worst meal we've had in the 10 years we've been in Vegas.
Last time we ordered combos, and that seems to have made the difference. This time, not so hungry after snacking at an earlier function, we decided to go the individual dish route.
The same 13 choices are on the menu. Except for one lamb, one fish (which I'd be afraid to try here) and a vegetable combo, the rest are beef, beef, and more beef. The veggie might have been an option, but not after two of them were listed as collard greens and cabbage. Not exciting at all.
I wanted a glass of honey wine, which I had tasted a few years earlier at a different Ethiopian restaurant. It's a strange wine, but I've got strange tastes. Almost verbatim, the owner repeated the same line as last time, about the wine coming from L.A. and they didn't get the shipment. Coincidence? Maybe. But I don't think so. He didn't suggest anything else, and I didn't ask. I was already feeling the downer vibe, and stuck with water.
I started to order the dry-sauteed beef, but he said it might be a little dry and chewy, so we switched to two others. They seemed to be variations of the same dish. One had some tomatoes added to the jalapeños and onions, and was in tiny pieces. The other had longer strips that were way too long to eat comfortably, and also had the jalapeños and onion, but no tomatoes. Both dishes were poured into a large tray lined with the injera bread, and the tray had a tiny serving of salad - two tablespoons if I'm being generous - for each of us.
The small beef dice had no flavor whatsoever. The long strips had a little more flavor, though not much. Both were improved by the vinegar in the injera. But they were both tough as nails. When the owner came over to ask how things were going, I told him that the beef was tough. He paused a couple of seconds, said "Okay," and walked away. The salad didn't taste fresh and had some brown pieces.
The only other customers were a table of four with a baby who didn't stop shrieking the whole time. But they provided some much-needed entertainment: the kid sat on the mother's lap and kept yanking at the strings of beads that were the front window curtain. Each time she pulled, the rod arced downward, and the mom never attempted to stop her. This being Vegas, I made book with Herb about how long it would take before the whole curtain came crashing down. Neither of us won, because thankfully they left halfway through our meal. Then the music was cranked up a little. I love Arabic music with a beat, 'cause I can belly dance in my seat. But this stuff was some awful male singer wailing, and it was unbearable.
The only thing good that I can say is that at least it's cheap. Each of our beef dishes was 9.99. But since it comes only with the anemic little bit of salad, and the beef obviously wasn't filet mignon, it wasn't worth even that much. I can't even say "stick with the chicken," because there was none.
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