Holy-foo' X.
Yelp
This meal was no Svengali from the Serengetti (sic), but it still put a mind freak on this humble reporter. At ten bucks, the spicy lamb deluxe was a great value and served up with a great big smile. Scarcely a word passed twixt the lady running the counter and myself, so complete was the language barrier, but these fixin's were so darn good, they were serenading me with a Nubian, King-sized Delfonics love down straight to my soul. "Didn't I blow your mind this time?" crooned that glorious sour Injera sponge bread. Why yes, yes it very much DID blow my mind. This time!
See what I mean about a mind freak? That food made me wanna bum a smoke from some random person on the street, it was so friggin' good, and uh, I've never even smoked.
I'm a little baffled why this place was so dead..... the Queen of Sheba just a few blocks south on MLK is almost always packed. Also, Sengatera had much niftier decor than Sheba or even E'njoni, including these giant wall hangings that sort of looked like gigando dream catchers. I know, wrong country, wrong continent, wrong friggin' hemisphere. But those succulent lamb cutlets were the very stuff of dreams, dreams literally incarnate. Maybe the place is empty 'cos the food will sing you a lullaby from which there is no awakening, or at least, there is no desire to awake. Were those tears I shed as I completed my meal, due to the incredble spices strewn in the vegetable and chick pea mix, or tears and tears of despair that the whole event was over Way. Too. Quckly....
"I've tried so many times and that's no lie
It seems to make you laugh each time I cry...
Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baaay-bay...?"