The best ethiopian food I’ve ever had was in San Francisco, on lower haight. There’s a place here in metro detroit that’s pretty great too, though.
There are many Ethiopian refugees in Egypt, where I lived until recently, and we employed one as a housekeeper.
She was the ONLY person I have ever allowed to cook for me (despite having spent much of my adult life in countries where it would be easy to have a cook), because her Ethiopian food was sheer heaven. My mouth is watering just to think of it. She was disdainful of her injera (bread), claiming that she simply couldn’t get the proper ingredients outside of Ethiopia. To me, though, all of her food, the injera included, was incredible.
Apparently - and I speak from extremely limited experience - it is culturally correct in Ethiopia for the host to hand-feed the first bite of food to all guests. I ate at the home of an Ethiopian in Mozambique, and that’s what she did. I behaved graciously, I hope, but actually I was kinda disturbed by that
I’m not sure how to deal with chicken bones, other than to just hoover off the meat with your mouth while holding the piece of chicken in some injera, but that strikes me as a less unsettling challenge than having some lady you barely know hand-feed you. Still, I know she meant well, so I hope I hid my discomfort.