Good Eats Here

I finished reading Cutting For Stone today. The book was amazing, highly recommend it. In part of the story the main character, who grew up in Ethiopia, is in the U.S. and is taken out for Ethiopian food. He laments to the owner of the restaurant that he is at that the food isn't spice enough. They tell him if he wants real Ethiopian food he needs to go the a restaurant in Roxberry named "Queen of Sheba".

The character eventually makes his way to Boston and goes to eat at the Queen of Sheba (note, not sure if this is a real restaurant, I doubt it is though). He says he immediately knew it was going to be good authentic Ethiopia food because the restaurant was surrounded by empty taxi cabs. The drivers were inside enjoying the"real" Ethiopian food.

Tonight Steve and I pulled up into a gas station next to an East African. The parking lot outside of the eating establishment was two or three rows deep of taxi cabs. It made me think of that part of the book and how if we ever wanted real authentic East African food we could just walk down the road.