Wow, I was in such a food coma last night that I totally collapsed on my bed and fell asleep soon after getting back from dinner. Next thing I knew, I woke up sometime around 5 in the morning with the light still on!
I guess the Ethiopian food we had earlier in the night weighed pretty heavily on me. Then again, it was a lot! If you’ve never tried Ethiopian before (at least the Americanized version that is available in the states – who knows what real Ethiopian is out there), you should really give it a shot. One of my friends who went last night – I’ll call her Duchess – had eaten it once before (like me) and we both enjoyed our experiences. So there we were, many moons later, taking some others out for their first experience.
The place we went to was decided by a Tippr coupon that I bought a couple days ago, for a place called Little Ethiopia located in Little Ethiopia (hah!). That’s a small strip out on Fairfax not too far from downtown LA. It was a nice little place, though they had an entire room on the side that lay empty. I guess when business was better they’d use both sides. We ordered a veggie platter, tibs, and Little Ethiopian tibs. The veggie platter had a variety of vegetables cooked in different sauces. The tibs was chunks of beef and the Little Ethiopian tibs was those chunks of beef with potatoes and some other veggies mixed in. Everything came out on a fantastically large tray lined with their special bread.
In the center is the Little Ethiopian tibs, the meat on either side is the tibs, and all those colorful splotches are part of the veggie platter!
The bread - spongy and slightly sour and very soft and supple!
Oh that bread! When Duchess and I were trying to describe it on the drive over, the closest thing we could come up with was a sourdough pancake. It’s a dense, spongy thing with a hint of sour and there’s something wonderful about it. You use the bread to grab some of the veggies or meat and then eat it in a little morsel (at least we think that’s the right way to do it). Oh yeah, the thing about Ethiopian food is that it’s eaten with your hands, much like Indian food is supposed to be. And so we ate, getting basket after basket of bread until we were stuffed. The waitress then came and offered us some second helpings for free, since they had a lot of excess in the kitchen. We couldn’t resist and spent another half hour trying to finish it all. By the time we left, I was so full I could hardly stand.
But our adventure wasn’t over! We decided to go for dessert and ended up choosing Persian ice cream. The first time I went, I got the orange blossom. This time I was too full to get a serving myself, but I shared a white rose with Apprentice. Yes, their ice cream flavors are very flower-oriented. I feel like I’m eating a garden and it is the strangest sensation. It turned out to be a nice complement to the food we had earlier and both were awesome cultural experiences for the newbies. When I finally got home, it’s no wonder I lay on the bed to recover and ended up sleeping for the night. Next time I want to deep sleep, I’ll make sure to get Ethiopian again. 🙂
