The lemonade comes with the magic touch of dried rose petals and mint. Tasting it slowly is like sipping perfume.
Pleasant piles of representative mezze are showcased in the ultimate vegetarian platter.
There is a decent salad of chopped lettuce, sharply dressed. Marinated olives, green ones large firm and frutty, the small black ones soft and more resonant. An "almost tapenade," (my mischievous choice of words) chopped green olives with olive oil and herbs of some sort. The eggplant is cooked very soft, but still holds together, providing its individual eggplant smokiness and texture amid the soft sweet crunches of onion and roasted peppers. A small mound of yogurt (or some sort of fresh cheese) is purer than milk, firm and immense on the tongue, rich and tangy. Nearly just as creamy is the hummous, impossibly smooth in texture and expressive with chickpea flavour. Soft carrots are piqued by the sweetenss of small raisins; good contrast to the tangy, creamy flavours elsewhere on the plate.
An exceptional creme brulee. I prefer rustic, heavy caramelized crusts and stiff creme. This has it. This also has a butteriness to the extreme that may not please everyone. But it suits me nicely, down to the coat of butter and vanilla that linger on my lips after each mouthful.
Mint tea is a good way to wind down, served with a simple side of mixed nuts.
Has anyone tried their bastilla (they have a squab version!) that requires 36hrs advance notice? Sounds rather tempting.
Many thanks to Eric Eto, who mentioned this lovely place a couple of months ago.