In high school, I was friends with an Eritrean girl named  Luwam. Lulu is one of the nicest,sweetest souls I’ve ever had the the pleasure of knowing.One evening, she comes to my room and tells me she’s got something to show me, she whips out a plastic bag, opens it and I see a strange spongy towel looking thingy.She tells me it’s Injera, a staple from her homeland, kinda like what Matooke is to Ugandans. I had some, with a bit of apprehension at first,it tasted sour and fermented. I loved it and was hooked from that moment on.

Injera is a gluten free sour dough type of flat bread. It’s made from Teff (a type of grain)flour.It’s the national dish of Ethiopia, Djibouti,Eritrea and’s served with stews and a salad here and there and is traditionally eaten by hand. A large piece is  laid out on a platter with the stews and all the bits served on top, smaller pieces are used for scooping, once that has all been consumed the large piece that has  soaked up all the goodness gets consumed as well,effectively Injera doubles as an edible plate and utensil. Pretty cool in my book.

To make Injera,the Teff flour is mixed with water and fermented for several days,it’s then baked into large crepe like consistency pancakes.The sour fermented aspect makes Injera an acquired taste for some friends I’ve tried to get to try it. It’s one of those “you either like it or don’t “ type things.

Thankfully, there’s a few places around town I can get it, it’s always an absolute treat for me.This time round, Casablanca bar. My cousin and spirit animal Lynette came with me.Way back when, Casablanca was where it was at party wise! I was down there all the time just living my best life, doesn’t matter what day of the week, the place never disappointed,It hasn’t slowed down one bit, the only real change happens with the crowd which evolves with time.

Going through security, the outside decor has improved greatly, I like this boat theme they have going on,the inside however is the same darkness it’s always was eerie this time of day. Going  passed the garden since it was raining, we opted for the lounge area at the front. Very comfortable, colorful plush seat those were.

Lynette and I were taking some pictures when the security guard came over saying we weren’t t allowed to take pics of the establishment, we could take pictures of ourselves,with the place in the background, just not the place itself.

I’m happy to respect rules and regulations even as nonsensical as I might find them, so I thanked him for the information and went back to our seat.

Our waiter,his name escapes me, came over to take our order,we asked for some water,fresh juice, mango for her, pineapple for me and a half platter of injera with a bit of everything on it.The fruit juice was just delicious, it was fresh and thick,the fruit just the right amount of ripe,this is how i love my juice. The injera took about 20 minutes and when it did come, it was a sight to behold!The platter was pretty large, to think this was the half option!The stews included red and white tibs(beef), lentils,spinach, potatoes, sautéed cabbage,a salad and other pastes I couldn’t really identify.The food was so good,we did focus on the tibs more than anything and in the end, we made a good dent!By the time we were done, I was so stuffed I had to undo my button! Phew!

I feel like this shesh could hold me over for a long while.If you haven’t tried Injera, I’d say give it ago, if you don’t like it, keep an open mind and try it one more time, you never know.Casablanca, it was real. Thank you Lynette for coming through and Lulu,i am forever grateful for you introducing me to something I really do like.Next I need some escargot or frog legs or something.For now it’s off to Bushpig for a shot or two so I can try and get the digestive process along.