The Blue Tops Restaurant is basically across the street from the National Museum in Addis. It does have several blue roofs, ergo the clever naming of the restaurant. We were baton frisked before we entered. The indoor area of the restaurant was quite humid.
Fortunately, there was a patio that I asked that we were able to enjoy. The menu was quite Euro-American-Wannabe. I ended up with a ham, cheese and black olive sandwich though that wasn’t what I thought I was ordering. I ended up giving the olives to my son because the thought of eating them myself makes me gag. He also did not enjoy the food we ordered for him and chose to eat his own creation of black olives and black pepper on a bun.
The ice cream was quite icy rather than creamy. All in all, it was an overpriced restaurant clearly targeted at the tourist crowd. I would not go there again.
Now, on to the title of this post. In the photo in the background, you can sort of see a Ferengi with his head facing down. He was reading a book. When this poor unassuming man opened his book, I was immediately pelted with the question of why the Ferengi who eat by themselves in a restaurant always have a book to read. Uhhh? Cuz that’s what we do? I don’t know. Maybe we are such multi-taskers the idea of just eating or just reading does not make sense? Maybe the Ferengi want to expand their learning and doing so while riding in the cratered roads on a bus to Southern Ethiopia is not conducive to avoiding car sickness? Maybe because, unlike the Abesha sitting by himself in this restaurant right now, the Ferengi are not comfortable blatantly staring at others (OK, by “others” I mean “me”) while they wait for their food to arrive?
