Addis Ababa Restaurant
First date. She looked like a young, petite, Caribbean Dr. River Song. Email and chat had gone very smoothly, but in person she had less filter and I couldn't read her at all. Just as she asked me an important question, my mouth became unexpectedly stuffed full of an unbelievable amount of bone. Awkward on top of awkward, I even tripped over selecting the right entendre (single? triple? None?) while trying to figure out how to vacate my mouth to speak. Eye contact was destroyed while I dealt with my extended bone crises, since the next few bites also had bones (luckily, smaller ones).
There's no way in hell I'm taking omnivorous first dates there again. Vegetarian ones, maybe. Actually, I think I'm going to shop around for new Ethiopian places - there are many in this area.