NUMBER 1 RULE BEFORE LEAVING THE RESTAURANT (after paying and leaving a tip, of course): PLEASE. CHECK YOUR TAKEOUTS. PLEASE!
We wanted to try our first ever Ethiopian dining months ago. Having read above average reviews about Demera, we finally made time to go for it. I was really looking forward to this new experience, especially since their dishes and presentation looked mesmerizing.
Because it was our initial visit to this restaurant, not to forget our first time to savor Ethiopian meal, we asked the waitress about her recommendations. She willingly and gracefully explained to us the choices, and asked us about the kinds of meat and vegetables that we prefer. We went for lamb, chicken and beef for the meat, and split yellow peas, chopped spinach and ground chickpeas for the vegetables. We ordered a Demera Messob which costs $35.00.
The service didn't take that long, the service from the crew was very timely. Anyway, this restaurant has this highly spirited environment. You'd apparently won't mind waiting just in case it would take few more minutes for your orders to come out.
There were lots of texture in our orders, and the aroma from the food items on our table was quiet inviting. It felt like a good game of different spices bursting in every bite. It was a pleasant encounter with new foreign dishes. We also tried vegetarian Sambussa appetizer which was nice, but not something which I'd crave for. We had cups of their tea as well, but it wasn't that interesting. We easily became full and just thought of having most of what we had ordered be packed for takeout.
But what was unpleasant was what happened several hours after we got home. I decided to snack on a little portion of our takeout. It was packed in a way that the folds of injera were over the meat and vegetable portions. I tore pieces by pieces of injera to munch on while dipping each on the messy bright yellow portions of what I forced to believe (maybe because everything was already compressed into just one box and sauces got mixed up) were the once pale yellow split peas that adhered to some of the folds. It looked similar with what we ordered because they were mostly covered in thick sauces, and the injeras were concealing most of the items as I was eating. But when I randomly took a bite of what I thought was a part of the meat portions, it just didn't taste and felt the same as what went inside the restaurant. However, I didn't mind because I was enjoying the moment on the now emerging sauces of meat and vegetables underneath the injeras. The sauces were just the main attraction. As I suddenly bit small pieces of the "meat", I already swore that they didn't truly complement what we had in the restaurant. One was fleshy and smooth like a fish fillet, and the worst of all was eating what I thought was a piece of meat as well but it was gummy and tasted too like seafood. It was definitely a shrimp! There was apparently a portion of shrimps on my takeout. Right away, I set the injeras aside and dissected what were the items under. It wasn't what we ordered when everything came into full view. Even the meat portions were barely there. I remembered there were still many chunks of lamb, beef and chicken from our ultra huge plate. I can't even recognize a certain portion if it's fish or veggie because it's literally a leftover sauce with strands of leftover condiments or garnishing I guess, my love!
Our takeout was accidentally switched with someone else's, but what I'm hoping to be assured too of is that whoever that/those customer/s might be, may he/she/they have been in a state of good medical history. I'm hoping I'm still cool with his/her/their leftovers though right now I felt a bit sick of what I just did. The psychological impact was just real!
Yes, it's wrong to forget checking your takeout before leaving the restaurant. But it's VERY wrong to dig in right away fully trusting that it would never be a stranger's leftovers but yours. read more