I first heard about Addis Ababa's very own 'Burger King' in a horrified review. Some tourist had his day ruined when he trundled along expecting a Double Angus Whopper and got faced with some confused ladies on broken chairs selling tuna firfir. Outraged, he threatened to grass on them. Fortunately it seems though he attempted to dob them in via an Ethiopian internet connection as they are still going strong. (Well, relatively)
I perched myself on one of the impossibly high stools and nearly brought the table crashing down on the tiny cafe. One of the confused women looked slightly alarmed at having the prospect of her business destroyed by a rogue Ferrangi and the cashier in her little booth appeared about to burst into tears. Possibly she was remembering the last Ferrangi who'd wandered in screaming incoherently about 'Whoppers' and 'Lawyers'
I ordered an egg cheese burger, some chips (not realising they already came with) a cola, a mixed juice and a 'Keshire Tea' I'd seen Keshir Tea on menus but wasn't sure what it was, assuming it was probably 'cashew'
It wasn't. It was some kind of killer spice.
My food took ages to arrive, allowing me to get a good look at the kitchen. I mentally calculated the evening's immodium dose.
Eventually it arrived and was absolutely horrible.
The time came to pay and the woman in the booth started panicking. The other women chipped in and I stood by whilst a massive argument in Amharic broke out.
Once the blood was wiped off the walls I was handed a bill that came to £3.
No doubt, there's a corporation thousands of miles away prepared to spend the entire lifetime's earnings of these ladies on a single lawyer just to prevent them using a brand name that most of the cafe regulars will be completely unaware of. Admittedly, the food these ladies churn out is awful but that's beside the point.