Now I have a chance to catch up on my blogging...
After walking to the metro, to a bus to Dulles airport, changing planes in Detroit, I arrived in Minneapolis. I took the light rail into the city, since there was a stop about half a mile from my hotel - cheaper and greener than taking a taxi. As I was walking from the light rail station to the hotel, I passed a restaurant called Kilimanjaro Cafe (see photo). Cool! Of course, I ended up eating there. It said it was East African food, but it was Ethiopian, specifically. Don't get me wrong, I love me some injera and deliciously-spiced goodness, and having a veggie combo for one for under $10 was pretty rocking. But I was hoping for Kenyan or Tanzanian food, since, uh, last time I checked, Kilimanjaro is in Tanzania. But I'll be getting enough of that soon...enough. (Sorry - had an Austin Powers moment there. As in, allow myself to introduce...myself. That line never fails to crack me up).
After walking to the metro, to a bus to Dulles airport, changing planes in Detroit, I arrived in Minneapolis. I took the light rail into the city, since there was a stop about half a mile from my hotel - cheaper and greener than taking a taxi. As I was walking from the light rail station to the hotel, I passed a restaurant called Kilimanjaro Cafe (see photo). Cool! Of course, I ended up eating there. It said it was East African food, but it was Ethiopian, specifically. Don't get me wrong, I love me some injera and deliciously-spiced goodness, and having a veggie combo for one for under $10 was pretty rocking. But I was hoping for Kenyan or Tanzanian food, since, uh, last time I checked, Kilimanjaro is in Tanzania. But I'll be getting enough of that soon...enough. (Sorry - had an Austin Powers moment there. As in, allow myself to introduce...myself. That line never fails to crack me up).
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