Ethiopian Food. For the converts I need say no more. For those yet to believe… read on.
Ethiopian food?
Ethiopian food holds a mythical place in my mind, until I moved to Brum I had never eaten it in England. The restaurants hide themselves so well that when you stumble upon one it feels as thought every star, sun, planet and moon in the galaxy has aligned in order for you to have the greatest dinner of your life. The first time I ate Ethiopian was in Paris with my parents (14 years ago), after spending an hour wandering the streets in search of dinner we discovered ‘Addis Ababa’, went in and had our lives changed. For years we spoke of the legendary Ethiopian meal we had once shared. So much so that on their 40th anniversary I commandeered the kitchen and attempt to cook a replica. I was half successful considering I lacked a lot of the main ingredients. But this was not enough. 5 years ago I experienced it again. This time driving through Georgetown in Washington DC. We were looking for an Indian restuarant, saw the Ethiopian sign and immediately pulled over. We were not disappointed. Then a year ago, nearly to the day, I went on a Birmingham Balti Bus Tour, where the tour guide (not realising the enormity of his comment) flippantly pointed out the Blue Nile Restaurant. Lives changed that night. Specifically the lives of every person who has come to visit me in Birmingham because I have dragged every.single.one of them there.
You really like Ethiopian food. I get it. Can I get some specifics about what it is (rather than a long and pathetic story of your obsession).
You could have asked more politely. But yes, of course.