A perfect summer’s eve

A friend was in town yesterday from California, and we went to dinner at my favourite downtown Ethiopian restaurant, the Ethiopian House on Irwin (just north of Wellesley). It was 9pm by the time that we got there, and we sat outside in the warm, humid night, eating a platter of assorted dishes scooped up with injera, a traditional flatbread, and drinking Tusker, a Kenyan beer.

On the way home on the subway after 11, the air still overly warm from the hot days this week, I saw a guy carrying a duffel bag and a hockey stick.

Hot summer nights, Ethiopian food and hockey: how can you not love this city?

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