Cafe Culture

This week for supper on Wednesday we made a foray into the mayhem of people, cars and taxis outside the Bingham school compound and found what looked like a bar that could perhaps serve us food. Seating didn’t look too comfortable so we explored further. The next rather smoky bar interior wasn’t much of an improvement but we were ushered into one of the back rooms where we sat on low stools around what resembled a coffee table. The television was on with the sound turned down, showing an American film with Arabic sub-titles. On the walls and hanging from the sacking covered ceiling were various cultural memorabilia. I’m not sure that the cheetah skin on the wall beside our table fitted with the decor, but I could tell that it was genuine as a tooth was still attached. We were asked for our drinks order. You don’t require a menu for this as the options are standard - fizzy water, coke or fizzy orange ("lite" versions have not made it to Addis yet). Our meal was also ordered without a menu - injera (the local grey pancake-shaped food) served with various vegetable products and sauces. We were never entirely sure what the little coloured piles were, but as a rule of thumb one should tear off some of the grey and use it to pick up some of the green, brown or yellow variety. Two pots of steaming brown shiro sauce (made from chickpeas) then arrived with even more grey injera. All four of us ate with one hand each, from the same tray.

We were certainly not short of food, and the cost per person for the entire meal plus drinks? One British pound.

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Hi Mum, 
Who are the two guys in the picture? Do places out generally have anything other than Injera?  Such a different experience than over here!

I hope you weren't being ripped off as foreigners! Its the little purple piles that are best.....
(Love the insights into local life) 

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