The Kitfo I grew up eating — memory as a review

I grew up eating Kitfo and have strong opinions shaped by memory. The version here triggered that recognition in the first bite — the richly buttery was right, fenugreek was handled the way it should be.

the Ethiopian coffee ceremony is a formalised ritual that can take hours. Growing up it was always an Addis Ababa restaurant, which shaped my reference point entirely. fresh juice alongside it is the only way it makes sense to me. It's hard to be objective about food you have emotional history with, but objectively: this is very good.