Well, I screwed the pooch on that one, didn’t I? Ah well, I don’t feel so bad; I made it all the way through last year so maybe next year I can set that bar high again.

Anyway, I was in quite a grump Saturday afternoon. There was no explicable reason; sometimes I just get that way. Matt suggested that maybe we should go out to dinner.

We went to this restaurant downtown—Le Kilimanjaro—that we thought was Tibetan but was, in fact, Haitian/African.

It was…okay. The soup starter was a bit oversalted and generic for my taste, so I couldn’t see what made it African OR Haitian. The samosas were these teeny-tiny turnovers stuffed with minced beef which Matt liked better than I. What I dug was the spicy dressing on the salad. And while I know my French is far from perfect, even my husband had a difficult time translating the menu. I wanted something vegetarian so I ordered “mafe’”.

It was more or less like a peanutty-spicy curry with huge chunks of green peppers, onions and some other veggies I couldn’t identify. It was quite good with the soup of too-sticky rice. I got more of that salad I had earlier with the dressing; it was all good until the end of my fork picked up a huge chunk of frozen (ice and everything!) lettuce. I just put my fork down at that point. Matt had something called griots (which we have since learned is pork medallions) with some odd dirty-looking rice and plaintains. He too got frozen lettuce but it didn’t bother him. All said, it was very mediocre yet affordable meal. If someone asked me for an ethnic resto recommendation, I would not be able to give it here.

On the other hand, I finally got to go to King Hall. Holy crap, that bar is awesome! It reminds me of a combination of bars from Atlanta and New Orleans. I look forward to exploring their beer menu.