2/5 R S. 10 months ago on Google
Stepping
into
this
uniquely
vibrant
venue,
you
would
be
forgiven
for
mistakenly
thinking
you
are
about
to
embark
on
an
authentically
Ethiopian
experience.
The
menu
speaks
to
a
locally
inspired
menu
with
Injera
as
the
tablecloth
with
deliciously
healthy
lentil
curries
spread
atop
it
as
you
use
the
fermented
bread
as
both
your
plate
and
cutlery,
but
alas,
Habesha
do
not
feature
this
dining
experience,
despite
talking
to
it
on
the
front
page
of
the
menu.
The
aloof
and
somewhat
disinterested
waitress
showed
little
interest
when
thankfully
seating
us
at
a
table,
despite
not
having
a
booking
on
a
Saturday
night,
however,
we
assured
we
wouldn’t
take
long
as
with
two
kids,
eating
out
is
often
a
rushed
affair
that
is
a
luxury
these
days.
We
looked
past
the
cognitive
dissonance
of
the
menu
versus
the
dining
experience
and
ordered
from
a
list
of
entrees
that
featured
a
variety
of
things
all
deep
fried.
The
lentil
sambussa
and
zucchini
flowers
($16
each
for
3-4
pieces)
were
our
deep
fried
starters
of
choice
and
they
failed
to
disappoint
considering
the
amount
of
oil
and
pastry
the
delicious
fillings
were
doused
in.
When
it
came
time
for
the
main
event:
misr
wot
and
kik
alicha
($27
each
for
roughly
200
gram
serving)
thankfully
the
flavour
made
up
for
the
immense
lack
of
value.
Considering
the
mains
consisted
of
ingredients
like
lentils,
spices,
and
water,
it
wouldn’t
be
a
stretch
to
say
the
markup
on
the
items
was
roughly
1000%
and
where
Ethiopian
cuisine
is
generally
quite
generous
(at
least
that’s
been
our
experience
previously)
this
was
the
perfect
amount
of
food
to
get
us
out
of
the
venue
quickly
yet
with
a
hefty
dinner
bill.
Don’t
get
me
wrong,
the
food
was
simply
delicious,
but
where
this
venue
could
do
so
much
better
is
an
improvement
in
service,
hospitality,
and
value.
Aside
from
the
chef
eating
while
cooking,
which
is
generally
not
accepted
due
to
hygiene
standards,
the
waitstaff
didn’t
really
seem
like
they
wanted
to
be
there
and
preferred
to
text
while
leaning
on
the
furniture,
which
is
understandable
considering
it
was
a
Saturday
night,
yet
still
frustrating
as
a
patron
asking
for
attention.
The
grand
finale
came
when
we
pointed
out
the
hair
in
the
injera
bread
basket
and
were
greeted
with
a
blank
stare,
followed
by
an
awkward
pause,
and
a
disinterested
“I’ll
just
clear
everything
now.”
An
adjustment
to
the
bill
would
have
been
above
and
beyond,
but
a
simple
apology
would’ve
sufficed
-
we
received
neither.
