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Jul. 19th, 2013 09:44 pm
It's the little differences
I didn't really want to eat out tonight. It's the end of the week. I'm tired; I haven't slept well the last couple nights. But ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu wanted to go out for Ethiopian, and the shitty week he's had makes my shitty weeks look like Romper Room. So I agreed. I went to Ethiopian Diamond and waited. And waited and waited and sent a snarky message asking where he was, only to find out he was waiting at Denden, the Eritrean restaurant I'd suggested but then given up on when he said it was closed. I was tempted to pack it in at that moment. But I reminded myself of my resolve to say "yes" to experiences and crossed the street to hail a cab.
Denden is a nice place. The menu is small and the only thing on it I hadn't seen elsewhere was spaghetti with meat sauce. (When the owner was interviewed by the Reader and asked what makes Eritrean food different from Ethiopian, he said, "Pasta".) We didn't get that though; the Old Man wanted yebeg tibs and I wanted something a bit milder, so I had the doro alitcha. Mine was good (more peppery than spicy); his was better. But the standout for me was the t'ej. She asked if I wanted the bottle or the homemade--as if there were any question!
Seems like every dinner conversation this week has revolved around the awfulness of his boss. I changed the subject to the awfulness of other people--how, having read a review for The Act of Killing I both really want to and never want to see it. He humoured me though behind his dropping lids you could see he was only counting the minutes until he could stretch out in bed (where he is now). I asked the server about the injera, which was darker than at other places; she said they mixed in whole wheat flour. When I got the check, I saw that my drink was called "Denden mess" (mes being Tigrinya for t'ej).
We'd hoped it might be raining. First they predicted storms in the afternoon. Then storms in the evening. Then a slight chance of a storm around eleven. It's raining now. Ten minutes ago it was pouring, but since then it's tapered off. I took a break from writing this entry to stand outside watching the lightning flash and feeling the wind rise. The temperature has dropped 10℃; I want to open all the windows and it blow in. The poor cat, he's hiding again.
monshu wanted to go out for Ethiopian, and the shitty week he's had makes my shitty weeks look like Romper Room. So I agreed. I went to Ethiopian Diamond and waited. And waited and waited and sent a snarky message asking where he was, only to find out he was waiting at Denden, the Eritrean restaurant I'd suggested but then given up on when he said it was closed. I was tempted to pack it in at that moment. But I reminded myself of my resolve to say "yes" to experiences and crossed the street to hail a cab.Denden is a nice place. The menu is small and the only thing on it I hadn't seen elsewhere was spaghetti with meat sauce. (When the owner was interviewed by the Reader and asked what makes Eritrean food different from Ethiopian, he said, "Pasta".) We didn't get that though; the Old Man wanted yebeg tibs and I wanted something a bit milder, so I had the doro alitcha. Mine was good (more peppery than spicy); his was better. But the standout for me was the t'ej. She asked if I wanted the bottle or the homemade--as if there were any question!
Seems like every dinner conversation this week has revolved around the awfulness of his boss. I changed the subject to the awfulness of other people--how, having read a review for The Act of Killing I both really want to and never want to see it. He humoured me though behind his dropping lids you could see he was only counting the minutes until he could stretch out in bed (where he is now). I asked the server about the injera, which was darker than at other places; she said they mixed in whole wheat flour. When I got the check, I saw that my drink was called "Denden mess" (mes being Tigrinya for t'ej).
We'd hoped it might be raining. First they predicted storms in the afternoon. Then storms in the evening. Then a slight chance of a storm around eleven. It's raining now. Ten minutes ago it was pouring, but since then it's tapered off. I took a break from writing this entry to stand outside watching the lightning flash and feeling the wind rise. The temperature has dropped 10℃; I want to open all the windows and it blow in. The poor cat, he's hiding again.