It has been two years, but I can't imagine it will have changed much -- in Rabat, I recommend Borj Eddar and Dinarjat
Borj Eddar is a modern (i.e., within the last century) restaurant built inside an ancient, golden-stone building with a view of the ocean and the nearby walled city. They specialize in local seafood, all fresh, mostly grilled. Everything was good, but I particularly enjoyed the grilled fresh sardines.
Dinarjat was a lot fancier, and absolutely wonderful -- gorgeous old mansion in the medinah, converted into a restaurant. Unlike Borj Eddar, where you sit at regular restaurant tables in regular chairs, at Dinarjat, you have the classic Moroccan set up of sofas arranged around low tables. Here are my notes from the dinner I had there:
Our meal started with traditional hand washing. A silver bowl filled with rose petals was held beneath our hands as warm rosewater was poured over our fingers from a silver kettle. Then dinner was served.
Whole, round loaves of whole-grain bread were brought to the tables, as were bowls of olives, both black and spicy green with herbs and chilies. For the salad course, there were seven traditional salads: potato with cilantro, cucumber with tomato, spinach, eggplant, beets with onion and cilantro, fava beans, and peppers with onions. (Cucumber, eggplant, beet, and pepper were my four favorites.)
Next, we were served the famed Moroccan specialty, bestila, a pigeon pie with a flaky, phyllo crust, dusted with powdered sugar and cinnamon. It was delightful.
Next came the briwat, small, fried pastries filled with meat. One was generously flavored with cumin, the other had a curry-like flavor.
Musicians had begun playing by this time: one playing the oud (a stringed, mandolin-like instrument), one the bendir (a drum), and one the kanun (somewhat like a large zither).
The main course was now brought out—three tagines! One was lamb with raisins and almonds, one was beef with artichoke bottoms, and the final one was chicken with preserved lemon and preserved brown olives. What a feast.
Dessert was jawhara—a stack of crispy phyllo rounds layered with cream and milk, honey, almonds, and rosewater. Surprisingly, it was not overly sweet. It was delicious, the rosewater giving it an almost ethereal quality. I was particularly delighted because the airline magazine on the flight over had had a two-page feature extolling the glories of this very dessert, and here I was enjoying it in such spectacular surroundings.
An exceedingly tall and quite handsome young man came out with the mint tea, and we all applauded (and photographed) as he poured it from high over his head into the small glasses on his silver tray. What a show.
The meal ended when one of our attractive, red-robed servers sprinkled our hands and heads with rosewater, using a beautiful, silver sprinkling bottle. This just keeps getting better.
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The meals at Borj Eddar and Dinarjat were really memorable.
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Cynthia on March 19th, 2011, 2:10 pm, edited 1 time in total.