It was just enough to transport me to another time and place. While the ambiance could use some work, a trickling fountain dampened the Moroccan music just enough. There were touches of decor here and there.
|Me, wishing these columns were painted on the wall.|
However, our waitress was beautiful and reminded me of the stunning Moroccan nanny, Barka that my parents engaged when we lived in Rabat. Although Barka (whose husband was a resistance fighter in the war for independence from France),
|Me on the left, Barka, center, and Rusty, my younger brother. We were standing on the second step Barka is standing on the ground.|
Of course, when you dine out the food is of paramount interest, and the Kasbah Mediterranean does that perfectly. My sister ordered the King's Bastilla
And here is a photo to prove the donkeys from a former post, A Necklace of Days were a bit flea bitten.
|Left-Rosalind on the back, Not sure who either of the blond children are, Center-?, Right- Me|
If you cannot travel to Morocco, but do get to Albuquerque, put the Kasbah Mediterranean on your bucket list.