Ethiopian Food, The OH F___ Stage, Pianos and Indians

Restaurant reviewers like to eat three times at any particular spot, to make sure their feelings and opinions are accurate. Plotnik has now eaten Ethiopian food three times in recent memory, in three different cities, the last having taken place last night. So he feels justified in reporting that although he loves the toppings on an Ethiopian plate o'grub, that gloppy, spongy, cold and clammy, pancakey stuff that you use to sop up the lentils and ground nuts on your plate, is, in fact, kinda, well.

You can’t escape it either, it’s not like you can pick up the food with your fingers. You have to sop it up with something, and that something has the texture of a sea creature. And it’s too bad, because the toppings are reminiscent of South Indian food, redolent of cumin and cinnamon. Basically, it’s a crying shame that Mexicans didn’t discover Ethiopia first. Someone in LA is going to make a lot of money some day putting lamb and lentils onto hot corn tortillas. Wait for the Addis Ababa Taqueria and put Plottie down on the reservation list. DC Niecie, the three of you are coming with us. It was wonderful to see y'all last night.

Meanwhile, the wedding planning here at the Chick Plantation has now entered the Oh, Fuck phase. Everytime the phone rings, which is all the time, somebody screams Oh, Fuck! There is a ridiculous amount of stuff that needs to get done, given that eloping is no longer an option. Duckie is helping her friend Patsy by sewing the last bridesmaid’s dress. It’s nowhere near finished. Plotnik just got back from the florist and bagel shop. The hair and makeup person just called to raise her price and Patsy cancelled her on the spot. This, with two days to go before the wedding. So new arrangements must be made. There is brunch for 50 on Sunday to get food ready for.

Plot may…repeat may…be responsible for playing horas on his ukelele. Horas on a ukelele. This is truly terrible news, but.

Rinnnng. OH FUCK, someone calls from deep inside the house, and they haven’t even HEARD Hava Nagila on the ukelele yet.




Yesterday, Plot and Duck went to the Portrait Gallery. It's a treasure. Plotnik likes this piano. It would fit nicely next to the silver service for 200. Anyone who loves history could spend their lives on these three floors. Plus, it's free.