It's been there for years, but I'd never visited Ghion Cultural Hall until last week. The Ethiopian restaurant on Cheshire Bridge is a collection of oddly rambling spaces that lead to the main dining room (above) where I lunched completely alone.
Well, I was alone if you don't count the blaring but spellbinding music videos that played incessantly.
That's not surprising, I guess, since the restaurant is well known for its live music on weekends. But watching the double-jointed choreography and listening to the repetitive sounds reminded me of the time I was trapped on a bus for 8 hours in Turkey while two different Bollywood movies played simultaneously. Forever.
The food? Well, let me put it this way. Two restaurant employees came separately to the table when I asked for my check and expressed their, um, concern that I ate significantly less than half of the two lamb stews I ordered. Their concern deepened when I explained that I couldn't take the leftovers with me because I wouldn't be going home for three or four hours. I apologized. The portions were large. I apologized. The injera fills me rapidly. Finally, I headed for the nearest door.
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