Full disclosure... I did not actually eat here. However, I can comment on the experience!
My wife and son and I decided to go out for Ethiopian food, which we love. We opted to try Dahlak because it's reasonable close to my son's apartment. So we opened the door, gleefully anticipating a new Ethiopian dining experience. What we got instead was a dimly lit room that was so smoky that it was actually difficult to see the far end of the room. A dense cloud of smoke hung in the air, and I was tempted to get down on all fours and search for the nearest exit like they tell you to do in those fire safety videos. It was like a Middle Eastern Cheech and Chong movie. Several booths full of men populated the place, each attached via umbilical cord to a table side hookah that was being replenished with what I assumed was charcoal by the lone female staff member. Not another woman or family in sight. We were seated at the only available table, which was so lopsided that even a half full glass of water would have been in danger of spilling. We waited for a few minutes while our eyes watered and breathing became a challenge. We looked at each other, and simultaneously agreed that there may be dining options elsewhere that would be less inclined to cause cancer. A shame really, as we were so looking forward to eating there.
Sooooo... If chatting in hushed tones with a group of swarthy males whilst imbibing in whatever the heck it was that they were smoking in those hookahs is your thing, this is the place for you! One the other hand, if you're looking for a family friendly place for a nice meal without the need for spending an extended period of time in a ventilator afterwards, flee now while there is time... read more