It's alright, nothing special.
Total hole in the wall in a sketchy part of Central... obviously there won't be ambience. Food was fine -- injera was spongey and not too sour; wots were flavorful; coffee was nice and strong. Service was what you would expect at an ethnic hole in the wall.
We opted to get a hookah after dinner... this entailed walking through a sliding glass door to an attached "bar." It was really tacky and hilarious and once it got late enough, people were actually coming to hang out there. Unfortunately, one of the bar patrons kept taking phone pictures/videos of me/in my direction... so I left.
Oh yah, don't get the homemade honey wine. Unless you're a bear and like things to taste like straight honey. Then, get the honey wine.