NOTE: This is the third entry in my “From Main To Morocco” blog series, chronicling my ten-day trip to various cities in the country of Morocco. Click here to read more entries in this series.
Shahia tayebah is a phrase that is practically the Arabic version of bon appetit. Basically, it means “enjoy your meal.”
And believe me, I have been.
The food in the square last night was one of the highlights of the day. The meats and vegetables were all fresh, and the environmentcertainly made for an unforgettable night.
For breakfast this morning, we opted to stay at the hotel and sample the buffet by the gardens. There were fresh fruits, breads, eggs, potatoes, cold cuts … it was quite a spread.
For lunch, we went to the Earth Cafe, a vegan/vegetarian eatery located close to Jemaa El Fna. The food was absolutely delicious. While not exactly traditional Moroccan fare, it is still different than the type of food I usually enjoy.
Pictured above is a thin pastry stuffed with ricotta cheese and assorted vegetables, including red, green and yellow peppers, potatoes, carrots, pumpkin and spinach, all covered with an orange cinnamon sauce. It was fantastic. And thanks to my lovely wife and the 17-Day Diet (mentioned here), I feel much more inclined (not to mention prepared) to try the types of foods available here.
For dinner, we went to a place called Mama Afrika, where reggae music was blaring and the rice came out shaped like the continent of Africa. Once again, we were treated to a very, very good meal (and quite cheap, too). I had a sandwich called Lot of Love, and it consisted of breaded chicken, green and red peppers, onions and cheese stuffed into pocket bread. Delicious. Judy and Erik both ordered rice dishes, and, as mentioned above, the rice came out in the shape of Africa.
After dinner, we continued walking into the newer part of the city, called Gueliz, where things are drastically different than they are in the medina quarter (where we have been spending our time so far). In Gueliz, Marrakech takes the form of a much more modern city, complete with billboards, nightclubs and, gasp, traffic lights. In this part of the city, things begin to look a little more familiar and much closer to home.
On the way back to the hotel, we stopped for dessert at Dino Gelato Italiano, where we sampled what Erik claimed to be the best ice cream he has ever had in Marrakech. It was quite good, and the perfect topper to our dinner. We took a taxi home, and that was it for the night.
I’m about to get in the shower now and get ready for bed. We have lots and lots to do tomorrow, which means I will have lots and lots to write about tomorrow night.
Until then, tosbehoona ala khair.