A Night in Ethiopia... But Not

A few weeks ago I went to dinner with my friends Ris and Dan. In the mood for something new, we decided to try Addis Red Sea, a tiny Ethiopian place in Boston's South End. The food was definitely different, but very tasty.

(Honestly, I wasn't expecting much from an Ethiopian restaurant, other than to go home hungry.)

Here are a few snippets from that evening:

The waiter to Marisa: "You're sitting on the table." [In Marisa's defense, the small side tables DID look an awfully lot like the stools we were actually supposed to sit on.]

Bosblog: "I'm starving! I feel like I'm in Ethiopia!'

Marisa, pointing to the table base: "Aren't those the baskets that snake charmers use?"
Dan's reply, in a whisper: "That's India."

Bosblog, while giving my order to the waitress: "Am I butchering the pronounciation?"
The waitress: "Yes."

Bosblog: 'I can't stop staring at the naked woman's nipples!" [In my defense, I was eye level with a painting of a naked woman. Her nipples were huge -- I couldn't help it!]

Marisa: "So, do you think all the people working here are Ethiopian?"
Bosblog: "Well, that, or they could just be black."

Marisa: "Is this what we'd be eating if we were in Ethiopia?"
Bosblog: "I don't think we'd be eating."