"Cafe" will describe this casual Ethiopian's atmosphere better than "restaurant" even when management isn't offering up sampler plates on the occasion of their grand opening. The fellows at the next table said the injera reminded them of back home; the spongy flatbread was on the thinner side, not too sour, with intermittently crisp edges.
The bread in the upper left corner, one of two pointed out by a lady at a table across the way, was cut from a loaf that resembled a large throw pillow or a small ottoman. "Dabo" was the name she mentioned, though this seems to mean nothing more specific than "bread," just as the colored veins seemed to be no more than coloring. It's not spicy.
Fre Cafe & Restaurant
268 West 135th St. (Frederick Douglass-Adam Clayton Powell Junior Blvds.), Manhattan
212-281-2673