I was driving down Knott St. heading to Performance Machine yesterday in the company work van. I didn't notice until it was too late that it was on fumes... just a hundred yards away from this gas station. It started bucking and cutting out but I got lucky and coasted in. I'm not a "run outta fuel" type of guy - I'm on top of my game, dog.
So anyway it was 2pm and I was starving. Bowl of oatmeal in the morning wasn't holding me and I needed something a little more. "Ok I'll check out how worldly this market is," I thought to myself. Maybe I'll find a granola bar or an apple, get my shit done, then get some lunch.
So I walked in and was scouring the place cause you never know what you might find. Then I saw this rack (below) which looked kinda odd. It was like they were selling huge tortillas, like medium/large pizza size with an off color. What the fuck?
Ended up being injera; Ethiopian sour flat bread. I've only had Ethiopian food a couple of times but I knew what this was right when I picked it up. Total surprise. Pretty worldly after all this World Mini Market which is less than 5 minutes from Knott's Berry Farm and maybe 3 up-shifts of your jockey handle to Disney Land. No shit.
I had to ask the tacobilly dude running the counter:
Me: The owner Ethiopian?
Him: (with a surprised look on his face) Yeah...? How'd you know, man?
So every time I hear Ethiopia or eat the food, I'm thinking Rastafari, which brings me to the following track. Lately I prefer Quickness. Listened the shit out of everything they did for the last 25 years already so lately Quickness is in my heavy rotation.
Click the photo to sample a track: