It's joined to a fabric store, the TV plays way too loud, there are random curtains everywhere, and schoolkids apparently use the restaurant as a hallway to get from here to there judging by how many of them are coming through with backpacks. But none of this matters one bit. I would put up with dining perched in the shovel of a dump truck as long as I got to eat this delicious goat over rice.
Dude behind the counter asked if I wanted a half order or a full order. I got a half order, plus tea, for $8. When it came out (about 3 minutes later), I was like, 'who the hell is going to help me eat this?!' The dish was the size of a football, piled deep. What's a full size, then? A dodgeball?
Tender goat pieces everywhere, left on the bone for maximum marrow-slurping and skin on for maximum fat-chomping, rice seasoned with caramelized onions and some magical blend of spices, a salad sitting on top all stuffed with yams, and a bowl of green sizzling hot sauce just waiting for dipping. Utensils served? A big serving spoon. Use your hands. I got every possible part of my outfit all greasy and I don't even care.
For some reason, a banana came out right after I got my meal, too. Not like a fried banana or a banana in the salad or anything. It was like the guy looked at me, dwarfed by a heaping plate of goat, and thought, 'Hey, that girl doesn't have enough food, I'm going to hand her this banana.'
I stuffed my face silly, nearly to the point of sickness, and only managed to demolish maybe 2/3 of the dish. The picture I posted is of MY LEFTOVERS. Yes, that mass of food you see right there is 1/3 of what I originally had.
For $8. Including a big mug of tea and a random banana. What are you waiting for?
408 Cedar Ave S
Minneapolis, MN 55454