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| - Okay, So I'm from the bay area-born and raised...supposedly from one of the places where there are the better of ethnic foods. I tried Ethiopian food at some place in Oakland, which is supposed to be the best one (there are three or four right next to each other/ across the street, etc.). I must say, I was not a fan. I mean, it was okay, but I wouldn't go back on my own.
Fast forward a few years, and I start Grad school at ASU and my roommate asks me to come with her to her favorite Ethiopian restaurant, The Blue Nile. I hesitate, but to be nice, I come along. She goes to sit on the right side of the restaurant, where they have more "ethnic" seating arrangements (wooden stools, and these wicker things where they put the trays of food). I think to myself, "weird, but okay..." We get the menu and she tells me what her favorites are, I assess the menu (which is different now than it was two years ago), and we both end up ordering the same thing.
The food comes (no utensils-"ethnic," but I'm Indian, and used to eating with my hands) and we break apart the injira and start eating. It was sooo good!! Just thinking about it is making my mouth water!! The food is well flavored and the helpings are quite hearty. I think I got the non-veg plate which comes with one non-veg dish (some kind of chicken) and two veg dishes (the eggplant and red lentils). It is one of the best things I have eaten in Tempe.
Fast forward another two years, to last week, and I bring my mom and sister to this place. My mom is excited to try it, but my sister is hesitant. No matter what I try and tell her, I know she's not feeling it, but I know that once she tastes it, her mind will have changed. We come, and invite my roommate-since she exposed it to me in the first place and cuz she's awesome. We order, get our food, eat it, and now it is one of my sister's favorite foods!
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