Ivi finds a prospective eating venue in southeast Portland. This turns out to be an highly-rated though somewhat obscure Ethiopian restaurant occupying the second floor of a building that seems to be above a garage on a side street. Small, intimate, utensil-free, seems to be popular with people of all stripes. Ethiopian beer must be an acquired taste. After eating, we check out a lot full of food carts representing several nationalities and ethnicities. On the way back, Dad surveys the traffic from the back seat, spotting a 370Z as the highlight.
