To me, what makes or breaks an Ethiopian restaurant is their Kitfo - their version of steak tartar. It's what keeps me coming back; that primal toothiness of raw beef thoroughly blended with spiced butter into a harmonious whole. I always look forward to the feeling of the fragrant butter coating my lips, the sensuousness of it makes me all dreamy.
This night however, was a complete bust.
Me and the Missus both know that service was very slow here. We've eaten here on over ten occasions and have always made allowances because we know that the cooking starts after you put in your order and that the food is worth the hour wait.
Tonight, not so much.
Despite being the second couple in the place and having placed our order immediately we didn't see service for one hour and forty five minutes. Our bottle of (BYO) wine barely survived the wait and it was only with grim determination that we we able to reserve the last quarter for meal.
When the meal (beautiful as ever) was set down in front of us were were almost manic with glee!
I tore off a soggy piece of injera, scooped up a dollop of the piece de resistance and wrapped my taste buds around a violently over-salted, over-cooked tartar.
Let me repeat that for you: Over. Cooked. Tartar. :-/
The rest of our order was okay-ish.