Lincoln T.
Yelp
Was it that it was a Monday? Or, is it like this all of the time. There is a female waitress/bartender who services and checks in (and out) all customers...and apparently nobody else to help her. So, on a busy night, like tonight, service was very slow. So slow that persons were lined up in the middle of the room waiting to be seated and others, after being seated, just left after 15 minutes of no service.
I don't fault the service--the woman did have a very full restaurant, and she was wearing many hats (it really didn't help that she was fairly laidback in her approach to hostessing/waitressing/etc.). Many times persons who had been either waiting for food or waiting to pay the bill simply went up to the bar and caught her attention there to help speed things up.
When I entered, there were four tables with no food or water, and patrons looking around for service. I knew immediately service was slow, and I prepared myself for it--it was a Monday night and I was alone, so no biggie. The tables of 3, 4, and 5 didn't share the same sunny optimism.
What made it so painful is that the obvious father of the woman who was servicing the entire restaurant only wandered about observing, not bussing tables, taking orders, delivering food, or refilling water. He literally wasn't doing anything while she very slowly fulfilled her many roles. I just wanted to approach the guy and tell him, "This is your restaurant, help out!" But, as nearly everyone in the restaurant was 50% white American, we all held our lips thinking it was a patriarchal or familial cultural thing.
I just went with the flow and ordered a vegan curry "stew"...well, it came as three vegetable dishes with a lot of African "bread." It was my first time eating Injera, so was unsure how to go about it--but thanks to YouTube, I figured it out without too much fuss. (Eventually, I would abandon the traditional way to eat Atkilt and just use a spoon. So, sue me.)
Unfortunately, for me, the dish only had one potato wedge and was 2/3 cabbage, either curry or doused in Italian dressing. The other 1/3 was blanched olive leaves...way too much for one person to eat. I ate the cabbage but left the olive leaf. I also somehow consumed half of one Injera and that's what basically filled my stomach. So...I left most of the vegan dish on the plate.
The place is a little claustrophobic, the service...well, just plan to spend some time there, especially if you're a group of 3 or more. And don't expect service to be timely with the bill. Since it was my first time, I didn't know if it was a cultural thing, or if it was an off-night. Food was cooked, spices were right, the Injera a soft, pillowy sponginess...but I would err on the side of a protein dish, instead.