Ghion is as exotic as its Biblical name suggests, but to enjoy the cuisine, one must have a strong palate for spices! Ethiopian spices are quite different from Indian ones, but even so, my eyes and nose were running from the onset of my main chicken and egg dish.
I was presented with a large plate bearing an enjera – the traditional baked Ethiopian sourdough pancake and it was suggested that I use my fingers to pick up the stew with the bread. I can normally do so when eating Indian curries, but on this occasion, my nose needed too much attention, so I opted for a spoon instead.
Ghion takes its name from a place west of Addis Abbaba, where several waterfalls merge into a river (the Blue Nile – Biblical Ghion). A large plasma TV screen on the crimson wall entertains one with rural scenes of Ethiopian folk dancing as you eat. I loved the other wood panelled walls giving the place a feeling of warmth and also the beautiful parquet floor tiles.
Expensive framed art for sale adorns the walls and a corner has been set aside for the traditional Ethiopian coffee ceremony, where the lady of the house invites all her friends round for a lengthy coffee session and the latest gossip, 2 or 3 times a day!
The restaurant itself was packed with a party of Ethiopian ladies celebrating the birthday of a child, as well as the regular male diners.
The price of my meal, washed down by Keshir tea (high in antioxidants) was a reasonable £7.70. And the service could not have been more attentive, with the Maître d’ calling for the owner’s brother to come and assist me with questions on Ethiopia. Where could one feel more at home in the busy Metropolis of London, than here in busy Fulham!!!
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