I'll resist using the word "oasis" in this review, okay? But ducking-out from the Notting Hill Carnival into here made me feel like a war refugee-- It was so calm and quiet! I think it may always seem that way, though; It's small main room has enough ornamentation and hangings to break up sound, and the kitchen is safely at the other end of a dumbwaiter, I think. Our waitress noticed everything we might need without bugging us ever, all with blasted guys in bloodied head bandages bellowing right outside the door and costumed performers asking for the toilet. The tall, Moroccan owner kept a detached proprietary presence while, I don't know, watching that an amp wasn't thrown through his window. This is all to say that I'd imagine the place would be very pleasant on a typical day.
THE FOOD:
The waitress came right over with olives, oil, dip, and a brown bread. We both ordered a Casa Blanca beer and that was a cool relief coming off the crowds. The food came quickly served on nice painted plates and my girlfriend's olive chicken tagine in a clay pot.
It never occurred to me that couscous could be better than not-misprepared, but what they served here was distinctly fluffy and delicate. That was my main dish: skewered meats and sausages over couscous, with "seven original vegetables" (I didn't learn what that meant, but figure they're in stark contrast from the deadly sins) in a sauced bowl on the side. The meats were all tasty, perfectly proportioned, and mutually complimentary: A kebab-style seasoned chicken, a bit of lamb, and two merguez sausages. The vegetables were round cuts of mostly roots (carrot, yam) in a milky soup. I was very happy with it, the Grand Couscous or Couscous Deluxe or something-- they have a whole section of couscouses.
My girlfriend ordered better though: The Chicken Tagine with olives. It was lovely. When we ducked-in she couldn't say what she thought of Moroccan food, but soon into this she named herself as a Moroccan food fan. The chicken was a whole new kind of tender-- a young chicken, she said.
This is a fork and knife place. I saw no one scooping with their hands. Maybe that makes it better for a first date.
Oh!-- The wine! The Moroccan wines are well marked outside the place and on the menu so I switched and ordered a glass of their house red with the main course. It was great-- slightly raisiny like you'd imagine from a hotter climate. I wish to try the bottles on the wine list. Please plan to get one if you go, and remember what you got long enough to Yelp it. read more