white table clothes, don't soil that; here, have a wax paper placemat.
they were short on staff, we considered that.
disco lights twirl/cross at the entrance.
we were surrounded, rust-colored textured walls all around us.
brown suspended ceiling system overhead.
honey, sweet, smooth iced tea hit my taste buds.
flaky pastry dipped in spicy, seasoned, buttery bean paste
white flaky fried fish fillets, crispy cuts on our plate.
neatly bundled injura wade at the edge of the saucer.
shared plate, multiple hands, americans invited to ethiopian dinning table.
buried flavors, the injura, doro watt chicken could no longer cover.
monetary sacrifice from $ to $$.
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