Raw meat anyone?

There's live music, modern art and oodles of atmosphere to be found down the side streets of Addis. And raw meat too, if you're game. I was tempted, briefly, but joined my companions in opting for the less daring alternative. We were seated in a dimly lit nook around a low table, with our beers occupying small triangular side tables of their own. A few meters away a succession of crooners covered the local hits, and traditionally dressed waitresses bustled up and down with silver pitchers for hand washing. Our food - a tasty assortment of meaty sauces and spicy dips - arrived on a huge brass platter. Tucked around the edges and fanned out beneath the feast were rolls of injera, a sourdough pancake which is used for scooping up stews. We dipped and mopped and smacked our lips for the better part of an hour while families around us jiggled their babies to the music and danced with their shoulders.