I honestly did not think that I was going to hit the word limit for my post this week, but man was I wrong. I’m not going to be able to explain the full obscurity of this escapade, but I’ll do the best I can.
Ok, here’s some quick back story. My mother and I were driving back from Los Angeles after seeing a near ophthalmologist (long story short I got a concussion and it was recommended that I see one). My plan was to go see a play about a Nazi and a transvestite, but I decided that I could kill two birds with one stone by going to get something to eat, while doing something that I wasn’t interested in. I decided on Ethiopian food. It’s not that I actively don’t want to eat Ethiopian food, but I would just rather be eating something else, i.e. a hamburger. But the whole point of this blog is to be adventurous, so why not go for it.
So here we are, driving around this random neighborhood by a high school, trying to find the restaurant. We were confused since it was a residential area and there seemed to be no other businesses around. At this point we decided to call them to figure out where the hell we were going. A woman picked up the phone and answered it without any mention of the resturaunt’s name. After we hung up, we were narrowing in on it. When we finally pulled up, we realized that this was not a resturaunt in the traditional sense.
Yes, this was a house, and after reading the two yelp reviews I decided to just dive in head first and hope that this wasn’t just a full scale abduction operation. When we knocked on the door, it was opened by an African woman, and in the dining room seemed to be a family just eating dinner, who showed almost seemed not to notice us. We asked for a menu, and were told to sit down on their couch and wait. It turned out that this wasn’t even Ethiopian food, it was Ugandan food, but I thought “I’m inside some random person’s house on the outskirts of Los Angeles. Do I really care if the food is not exactly that I though it was going to be?” We sat in silence until we were brought a menu, and decided to go all out and order a full meal. I ordered this strange fruit thing with a peanut butter paste on top, rice, and goat. All this time the family was still casually eating their dinner in the next room and we were sitting by ourselves in their living room. This was not the cuisine experience that I was expecting to have.
A sufficient waiting area
The food arrived, and I have to say, it wasn’t all that bad. The best thing was some kind of tortilla like thing, that you were supposed to dip into the lamb broth. There was not anything that I disliked, but I was still pretty confused as to how we ended up dining in a stranger’s house.
At least it’s authentic
In all, it was a very entertaining experience, so if you are ever in a similar situation, I suggest that you just go for it because you never know what’s waiting right behind the door.