| | Felt pretty similar to the few other Moroccan restaurants I've been to: simulated harem tent interior, emphasis on expensive, not-as-filling-as-you-might-have-thought-based-on-numbers multi-course dinners, the surely-this-can't-be-hygienic-despite-the-show-of-perfumed-hand-bath-and-towels eating of seemingly intentionally, ridiculously crumbly and sticky things off a low communal table, the half of the party who gets to flirt with back problems seated on low, backless round footstools, and the forbidden temptation of meal-accompanying belly dancers on certain nights of the week.
Fortunately, this Sunday night was not a belly dancer night, so we got to finger up our powered-sugar-coated crumbs free from awkward disturbances. There was only one waitress for what was initially a pretty crowded room, and getting served to the end of all the smallish courses took a while--longer than a normal "give me everything at once" meal, certainly, but not really as long as might otherwise have been feared.
Here, the multi-course dinner was the only option presented in the tiny menu--well, aside from a banquet of some sort that required days-in-advance reservations, and maybe aside from a mysterious "a la carte" menu that our surprised ears heard offered to latecomers arriving just as we were leaving--and I suspect this was the rather cheaper, fewer-coursed individual offerings listed on one of the menus posted out in front of the restaurant but not offered or mentioned to us upon being seated...I really should have asked I suppose--and all but one of the courses are the same for everyone in the party, but each person does get to pick from one of ten or so options for their "main" course.
And, small as they were, all of the courses were tasty--except for the water, served in plastic cups.
There were positives, but--as has been the case with the other Moroccan joints I've been to--I don't think I'll want to go back for what in the end felt like a drawn-out, slightly circus-y, and somewhat overpriced, modest meal. |
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