Adding Insult to Injera

I went to an unexpectedly smashing Ethiopian restaurant last night.  Yes, I know what you're thinking.  We did all those jokes.  One of the ladies I work for said there might be goat.  Thankfully there was not; just lots of very yummy dishes which we ate with little rolled pancake things that looked like bandages for sprains.  So a big thank you to D for inviting me and swinging us a table in the fully booked restaurant.  Met two other lovely people, one of whom may be able to source some Yorkshire Tea for Hard Water.  So win-win.

Rather bizarrely a young lady in the corner played Alicia Keys-type music throughout, finishing on a Whitney.  The restaurant erupted in - we think - slightly ironic applause.  Would definitely recommend Toukoul if you are in Brux.

We were unable to finish up the whole Injera and I'm afraid I did actually say "Come on, there are starving children in Africa...".  I will crawl under the table now, in retrospective horror.

Anyway, a lovely end to a rather tough week.  More please.