Too many people in the UK have yet to experience the joys of a great Ethiopian restaurant. You can see it in their faces, they just look less happy. It’s plainly apparent that they have never rolled up injera and dipped them ferociously, ravenously, into a thick curry sauce laden with chunks of tender meat. If you do come across one of these people, you must direct them without delay to Habesha. There they will encounter the joys of sharing a metal tray with their nearest and dearest, some of the warmest hospitality around and tables with hats on. Don’t be put off by the kebab shop frontage – you should never judge an Ethiopian restaurant by its doorway.