The Injera I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Injera and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the deep and earthy was right, niter kibbeh spiced clarified butter was handled the way it should be.

Ethiopian communal eating with no utensils from a shared injera is a social and hygienic tradition. Growing up it was always an Addis Ababa restaurant, which shaped my reference point entirely. Ethiopian coffee ceremony alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.