1/5 Mariaelisa E. 1 year ago on Google
As
a
restaurant,
this
place
is
a
total
disaster.
As
a
parody,
it
is
quite
successful.
It
all
starts
with
the
parody
of
washing
your
hands.
Waiters
pour
you
some
rose-flavored
water
for
few
seconds
as
if
it
would
clean
your
hands.
Then
comes
the
parody
of
eating.
We
are
asked
whether
we
want
to
visit
the
house
the
restaurant
is
in.
We
are
here
to
eat,
my
friends,
not
to
visit
(an
average
ksar
for
anyone
who
has
been
outside
Marrakech).
Follows
the
parody
of
the
wine.
We
order
the
Medaillon
blanc
(most
expensive
bottle
on
the
wine
list).
The
bottle
comes
with
the
seal
already
open
and
the
bottle
hot.
White
wine
at
room
temperature
when
it
is
30
celsius
or
more
outside
is
not
going
to
make
it.
(It
seems
that
the
restaurant
itself
recognizes
the
parody
of
the
wine
since
they
did
not
charge
us
for
the
replacement
wine
we
chose
which
was
as
acidic
as
vinegar
and
barely
cold.)
Then
it
is
time
of
the
parody
of
the
assortiment
de
salades
marocaines.
You
face
two
scaffoldings
of
small
plates,
six
in
total.
You,
however,
do
not
have
six
salads,
but
three.
Indeed,
three
of
the
plates
are
seasoned
with
the
same
mix
(lemon,
olive
oil,
and
a
bit
of
parsley)
and
two
others
are
basically
tomato
sauce.
In
the
meantime,
as
we
are
trying
not
to
laugh
(or
cry
or
crying
because
of
laughing)
at
this
parody,
the
owner
is
holding
court
in
the
middle
of
the
restaurant,
not
daring
to
come
our
side
to
salute
us.
Anyway,
let
us
return
to
the
parody.
The
most
incredible
parody
is
the
parody
of
the
bread.
In
Marocco,
most
food
is
eaten
by
locals
with
their
hands
using
bread
to
pick
up
the
food.
Quite
rightly
so
as
the
Maroccan
bread
is
often
delicious.
We
dared
to
ask
our
waiters
for
some
bread.
The
waiter
comes
with
a
basket
with
four
pieces
of
bread
in
it.
You
would
think
the
basket
is
for
the
table.
No,
no,
fool
you
are.
You
need
to
pick
one
tiny
little
slice
of
(bad)
bread
for
the
whole
meal.
It
is
the
time
of
the
parody
of
couscous.
We
were
not
in
the
kitchen,
but
to
us,
it
seemed
like
instant
couscous
with
over-cooked
vegetable.
We
probably
make
better
couscous
at
home,
so
are
you.
By
now,
we
believe
you
got
the
gist.
We
had
the
parody
of
dessert
(barely
peeled,
thickly
sliced
oranges,
tortilla
chips
with
some
cream,
or
so
it
seemed)
and
to
conclude
the
whole
affair,
the
parody
of
mint
tea,
with
no
mint
and
no
tea.
We
hope
that
the
owner
will
spare
us
the
parody
of
caring
by
answering
to
this
review.
Avoid
at
all
cost.
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