:: a taste of ethiopia

in a strip mall.
tucked between a nail salon.
and a bangkok express.
i discovered a little place called--
a taste of ethiopia.

when you walk through the door--
a thick wave of scent washes over you.
the smell of spice.
and herb.
and fresh coffee beans roasting.

when you're seated--
no silverware is brought to the table.
just hot, damp cloths--with which to wash your hands.
the elaborate menu is lovingly explained.
you order.

and then you wait with anticipation.

the iced shai tea is enough to send your head spinning.
the most delicious blend
of dried fruit and herbs.

and the food.
well...
it makes you wonder why anyone else ever tried cooking at all.

you eat each flavor-filled selection with your hands.
wrapping each bite in a piece of injera bread.
a culinary sensation akin to the softest, fluffiest crepe ever.

your coffee is brought after dinner.
each cup roasted fresh.
they even bring out the pan of simmering beans--
just to prove it.

a small volcano of steaming incense is brought to the table while you sip.
if you close your eyes--
it's as if you have, indeed, been transported to a faraway land.

it's one of the most amazing slow-food experiences.
ever.

i have no doubts we'll be back.
again
and again.

and again.