In general, I am a fan of cafes and the smell of bakeries. Particularly, I relish the smell of fresh baked bread. In the States, you have to pay big money for something this fresh (or take the time to make it yourself). But here, nearly every other “shop” is a tea house that sells it’s own version of dabo, fresh every morning. If you’re in Addis riding on a Bole line taxi in the early morning, you may just be lucky enough to stop in front of Shoa Dabo and get a big intoxicating whiff of fresh baked bread.