Balthazar, Soho, NY

Princess Fee and Yankee Hank are regulars in this blog and I will unashamedly blame them when the nice people from MasterCard come to lock me up at the end of the month, for it was over Kedgeree and Lattes in 202 with them, that we decided to join them on their New Year trip to the Big Apple.

They score maximum Beedub Brownie Points because they were also responsible for choosing our first breakfast landmark on the trip.

A Google search will quickly tell you that Balthazar scores great ratings and reviews across the board on all major foodie and travel sites. And there is a reason. Actually, there are several...

#1 The coffee is served in a bowl (if you have read this blog previously you will know how ridiculously happy this makes me).
#2 The service is brilliant - we had a fantastic waitiress called Robyn who was efficient with a Capital E and gave us terrific recommendations. (As an aside, she also told us Balthazar will open in London soon. Yay!)
#3 The Scambled Eggs In Puff Pastry (with asparagus and wild mushrooms) is simply delicious.
#4 The juice is freshly squeezed NOT from a bottle filled with weird additives that make men grow moobs.
#5 The portions are European sized not American so it is possible to leave the restaurant without receiving your own zip code.
#6 There is a breathtaking oyster bar
#7 They have a restroom attendant who hands you towels to dry your hands (in case this seems a little strange read What's This All About Then to understand my slightly weird rating system for restaurants)

Things we ate:
Fee and I went with the Scrambled Eggs in Puff Pastry (see above) - a big tick. Yankee Hank couldn't choose and so we coerced him into having both his choices - Steel Cut Irish Oatmeal and the Sour Cream Hazelnut Waffles. He said he could really taste the hazelnut in the waffles, but as the only American in our group was a little sad that they weren't large enough to feed all of us. Mr Beedub went with the recommended Eggs En Cocotte - a creamy dippy egg, cream and Parmesan concoction served with bread 'soldiers'. He was the only one who was a little disappointed. Partly because the eggs were just ever so slightly under done and partly because he developed major food envy after spotting the house Eggs Benedict pass his nose en route to our neighbours.

Price wise the dishes range between $4 and $19 - a little pricey, but worth it.

A word of warning - even on a Wednesday morning early, we had to queue for a short while, so if you intend going on a Sunday, be prepared for a wait. Sadly their weekday breakfast ends at 11.30am, but luckily on Sunday their brunch menu runs until 4pm.

Balthazar
80 Spring Street (Soho)
NY 10012
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Five Leaves, Greenpoint, Brooklyn

A few year's ago, over too many whiskeys in a NY Hotel, a friend of mine and I pledged to open a beach bar one day. The location? Well Brooklyn of course.

Considering I have never been to Brooklyn and it's not famous for its beach vistas, this was a bold sweep in the dark, but let's just say I had a feeling I would love it. And I was right.

Having being nudged awake at stupid O'Clock by my jetlag, I was unusually perky and on time for our early morning rendevous to walk the Williamsburg Bridge with the view to working up an appetite for a Bigass Brooklyn Brekkers. It was a glorious blue sky Winter's morning and the walk put us all in a great mood. Until we realised that the abundance of yellow cabs in Manhattan dries up completely on the Brooklyn side and my carefully researched restaurant in Greenpoint, was a not a few blocks from the bridge after all. We were knee deep in a Plan B hike to the nearest Subway Station when we found the unfindable - a cab!

And so at Five Leaves we arrived. My online research had lead to to CBS's best 5 Breakfast places in New York and there I found Five Leaves standing proud, flying the flag for Brooklyn with their Ricotta Pancakes.

For me, Breakfast is as much about atmosphere and as food. A perfect place in my book, is somewhere that feels  like a friendly neighbour that you make your weekend haunt and invite your best friends to as often as possible. Well it's safe to say that I wish I lived round the corner from Five Leaves. Scrap that. I wish I lived AT Five Leaves.

It's quirky and shabby and warm and cosy. And just a little bit cool. Despite the early hour and regardless of it being a Friday, it was already full of interesting Brooklynites. As full as it was, they cheerfully squeezed us into a table dressed with beautifully fragrant flowers and maple syryp in antique glass bottles.

The romance continued as my latte arrived in a gigantic mug (not a bowl sadly, but just as big) and we browsed the menu finding more and more delicious things.

What we ate:
I have a sixth sense for finding breakfast dishes which involve spice and avocado and so the Moroccan Scramble was a no brainer for me - a tower of scrambled egg on sourdough , laced with avo, spicy sausage and chick peas. I really enjoyed it, but truthfully if I had it again I would ask them to hold the sausage - it was more mince than wurst and didn't really work with the egg.
Mr Beedub opted for the Big Breakkie - a Brooklyn translation of a full English. The side order of steak was a melt in the mouth must.
Fee chose an unusual dish to start - the Brûléed Grapefruit with house pickled ginger and mint. A refreshing take on what I normally consider as diet food.
She and Yankee then went onto the legendary Ricotta Pancakes - spectacular mounds of fluffy pancakes, bananas, strawberries and blueberries topped with honeycomb butter and maple syrup. The green eyed food monster surfaced and I wished I'd ordered them. Luckily Fee was too full to finish hers, so I polished them off and wow! The butter was utterly butterly delicious.

The most expensive dish is $12 so the food is really reasonable and as it's fabulous to boot this is a must go to.

Oh and there is no real time limit on breakfast. 

And according to Fee the loos have amazing soap...

Five Leaves
18 Bedford Avenue
Greenpoint
Brooklyn
11222
Website and Menu
How to Get There

Bubby's Tribeca, NY

Bubby's was a marvellous gift from my friend Emily (a gen-oo-ine New Yorker). She sent me a list of recommendations with this one marked as a 'must not miss'.

I had done a wee check on their website and a few reviews and discovered that they are very well known and that as we were going on a Saturday, we would be up against throngs of thirty somethings and their children. Happily Insomnia was still my middle name and as Fee is famous for waking up before she even goes to bed, we arranged a 9.30 meet.

We couldn't have picked a better time. The restaurant was almost empty and we had our pick of tables and the full attention of the staff.

Bubby's prides itself on its home-style American recipes and home cured and prepared meats. They also make their own pressed juices. Fee and I each tried one and they are worthy of being served at any detox retreat. Of course the health benefits might be marred somewhat, if like us, you insist on following them with carb and proteintastic breakfast platters.

If juice is just too healthy for you, then joy of joys, they also have brunchy cocktails - Mr Beedub had a Bloody Mary served in a jar and pronounced it delicious. We were rapidly growing to love the fact that no self-respecting NY Brunch menu is complete without a tipple or two.

What we ate:
After having seen several Eggs Benedicts pass me by in the preceding days and considering it is my single favourite dish, I decided it was high time to order it at Bubby's. They did a very respectable job, most notably offering hash browns as a side and a super tangy hollandaise. No tricks or gimmicks, just the old faithful.

On my request so I could taste it, Mr Beedub ordered our collective favourite dish - Heuvos Rancheros. The joy of this Mexican lovely is that it will never, ever be the same twice and ordering it is like breakfast roulette. This time the gamble paid off and it came resplendent with beans, green rice and a spicy ranchero sauce suitably hot enough to keep Himself quiet.

Fee went American Traditional and ordered the Griddle Special. A genius choice if you are wavering between sweet and savoury for it comes with pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon. The portion was pretty damn huge.

Yankee opted for the Bubby's Breakfast, selecting fried eggs and bacon with a side order of Cheesy Grits. Now I have never tried grits before so I was desperate to stick my fork in. Yankee could clearly see the look on my face and so he kindly let me. Truth be told I will never a Southern Belle make - the lumpy corn texture didn't agree with me -but the flavour was good.

There are some other cheeky little surprises that make Bubby's a fun place for the under 2 foots and taller...

Hidden downstairs en route to the loos, you will find a genuine Pac-Man arcade game and an original ink and paper photo booth. It took Yankee 15 minutes to wrestle us out of there.

Just in time too - the Saturday Brunch set were rolling through the doors and our quiet morning haven was starting to bubble...

Bubby's
120m Hudson Street
NY 10013
Website and Menu
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David Burke Kitchen at the James Hotel, SoHo, New York

Any restaurant that has the unlucky position of being the host for the final breakfast of a week long stay in New York has big boots to fill.

As luck would have it, David Burke has big feet apparently and so as Sunday dawned after a week of AM Gastronomical Extravaganza, we found ourselves in food heaven. 

We hadn't planned to go there, but as we set off to explore on foot in SoHo, I remembered reading somewhere that the James Hotel had an amazing restaurant for Brunch. The David Burke Kitchen is subterranean - you head downstairs from street level into a modern Manhattan take on a farm stall - cheerful gingham covered tables and fresh flowers with endless displays of fruit and veg. The walls are clad with giant images of grinning people clutching fresh produce - a slightly obvious (and off putting in the case of the lambs) nod to the restaurant's policy of using locally sourced, fresh ingredients.

It should be said that there is a reason it's located in the very trendiest part of Soho - it is uber trend-day and the staff are fairly condescending high end Servers (see I was even forced to use the word Server!). However, our boundless enthusiasm for the incredible menu and what I like to think of as our continental charm, seemed to thaw our allocated Model-part-times-as-a-Waiter and soon we were as relaxed as we had been in Five Leaves.

If Five Leaves hit the jackpot for atmosphere, then the David Burke Kitchen most definitely hits the ball out of the park (ba da boom) for creativity and cooking skill.

Working through the weekend Brunch Menu somehow felt like Alice must have when she first hit Wonderland. How else would you describe finding 'Bacon Brioche Sticky Bun' nestling side by side with 'Pretzel Crab Cake' and being craftily followed by 'Angry Mussels'?

Everything you would expect to find on a Brunch menu was there, but with a gigantic modern New York makeover. For example Ye Olde French Toast, became 'Stuffed French Toast with marscapone and berries' (Yankee and I had it. There are no words).

Or Eggs Benedict came in three versions - Mr Beedub chose 'Kitchen Eggs Benedict' - a humble little combination of perfectly cooked poached eggs on a delicious bed of Italian sausage polenta and garlic spinach topped with a unique tomato hollandaise (English muffins? Don't be ridiculous darling!) 

Fee had the most regular dish of all us - Waffle Grand Slam - another great combination of traditional breakfast farmyard friends and sweet waffles, but even that had a twist, with some cheeky little pineapple stowaways.

I have mentioned the Brunch Drinkie phenomenon several times now and as one of my erstwhile nicknames is Schappsel, I felt that I finally had to conquer my fear of tomato juice and have the Bloody Apple - a devilish take on the traditional BMary made with apple schnapps, fresh apple and tomato juice. Unfortunately even my love of schnapps wasn't good enough to overcome the tomato juice aversion, but Mr Beedub happily used mine up as a chaser to his own DBK Classic Bloody Mary (Yes. There was an entire Bloody Mary section in the menu).

For the pregnant among us, there was a Blended section of juices and smoothies and of course the decaffeinated version and usual eye popping strength coffees.

Our final New York Brunch was made all the more memorable by the arrival our friend Slavalava who we haven't seen for a really long time. She is a real New Yorker born and bred and it was great fun to see a New York brunch place put through its paces and made to earn its keep by one of its own.

Who else would have called them on their ever so slightly pretentious approach to serving everything in jars?

David Burke Kitchen
23 Grand Street
SoHo
NY 10013
Website and Menu
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DIY - Dean and Deluca

I am guessing that native New Yorkers are already completely in the know about Dean and Deluca, but in the unlikely event that you haven't stumbled across it, or are a tourist like me, then Voila! Welcome to the most delectable deli I have been to in an age.

Although we stayed in a hotel this time, in a previous trip to NY we stayed in an apartment in Little Italy and how do I wish I had know about D&D then. It's the perfect place for either a quick pit stop or to pick up supplies for your own 5 star breakfast in.

The flagship store is to be found in SoHo, but there are 14 stores in total across the US. The mother ship is a buzzing hub of various food stations which you can pick and choose from including loads of things that are perfect for breakfast (the bakery section and take out coffee are a must). There is also a sushi counter and deli laden with New York delights.

If you can't wait until you get your loot home, then you can eat European style standing up at one of the counters at the entrance.

Although it isn't as unique as my London favourite Ottolenghi, stocking up there for a weekend Breakfast in bed would be a major treat. I haven't been this excited about food shopping since I discovered Wholefoods!

Dean and Deluca
New York Store Locations
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DIY Moroccan Breakfast (and raise money to Kick Cancer's Ass while you're at it) )

Cancer Research UK is a charity very close to my heart and this year they joined up with Stand Up To Cancer UK to raise money.

As I am rubbish at running and have tapped my friends once too often with fundraising pages, I wanted to do something this year that would bring the people I care about together and do something nice for them (while cheerfully fleecing them for money for the charity of course).

Well, I love breakfast and they love breakfast so I figured I would host a 'Kick Cancer's Ass Brekkers'. The idea is simple:
Long suffering friends show up
I make breakfast
They decide how much they would have been willing to pay for the meal in a restaurant
They give me that amount for charity
For every pound they donate I donate 1 too

Simple isn't really my middle name and so I decided to spice things up with a theme. As we have recently returned from Morocco (see Morocco...one part Marmite and 10 parts Magic) and having lost my heart to Morrocan breakfasts, it seemed perfectly logical to me that we should try to recreate one of those glorious breakfasts for our friends.

You might have noticed that a 'we' has snuck in at this point. The other half of 'we' is the long suffering Mr Beedub. An erstwhile frequent flyer on my breakfast missions for this blog, he is also a far, far better breakfast cook than I am. He might also possibly (and this is just a possibility) be more practical than I am and his reaction to my cunning plan was sceptical to say the least.

Was it really sensible to invite 8 people to our apartment when we only have 5 chairs? How likely were Moroccan pancakes to work when we have never made them before AND we don't own a scale? Why was I insisting on serving so many different things at once?

I on the other hand was completely relaxed (and focused more on the table setting truth be told than the actual food). I also had a genius idea to invite our friend Yankee Abroad who is a wizz in the kitchen and male solidarity all in one, so I knew he would jump in to help and keep things calm.

In case you feel like hosting your own Moroccan breakfast (and I highly recommend it), it's simpler than you think. Here's what we did and served...

Me:
Setting the Table
This is the fun bit and not only adds to the opulent Moroccan theme but also keeps you out the kitchen. 
It's really easy - take a beautiful table cloth (white linen is common in Marakech Riads) and add colour with roses and colourful glasses and plates (blues and reds are very Moroccan)

I have a lebanese hookah pipe and I used the blue glass base as a vase for the roses and then scattered additional rose petals all over the table

Freshly squeezed orange juice :
An essential part of the experience as freshly squeezed uber sweet orange juice is a signature of the Marrakech markets.
After 10 years of owing the damn thing I finally used my electric squeezer and it rocked - I don't recommend doing it by hand for that many people unless you are a rock climber with wrists of steel 
I used about 16 oranges for 8 people

Morrocan Mint Tea: 
This is a must and if people haven't tried it before they will love it
1 bag/ large bunch of mint (take the leaves off the stalks)
1 Chinese Gunpowder Green Tea bag (if you are in the UK Sainsburies have actual Moroccan Green tea Bags - easy peasy)
If your guests like sweet tea add some brown sugar to taste
Brew it altogether in a large pot with approximately 700ml of boiling water
Serve in small glass mugs if you can find any or use small tumbler style glasses

Mixed berries:
1 punnet each of blueberries, rasberries, strawberries and blackberries
Top with sprigs of fresh mint
Serve with thick greek (in the absence of Moroccan) yoghurt drizzled with honey on the side

Pastries
I chose almond croissants which were the closest I could find to the ones in Marrakech, but maybe cheat a little and try and find a Moroccan bakery in your area

Mr Beedub
Obviously he did all the technical tricky stove juggling things while I fannied about with berries and roses...

Moroccan Pancakes:
There is no point beating about the bush, ours didn't work, but I firmly believe it was because we don't have a scale and we had poor yeast. I have included 2 recipes to choose from...may the Moroccan pancake fairies be with you... 

Beghrir (semolina pancakes)Taken from the 'Moroccan Bible' (at this point I resist making the obvious politically incorrect joke)
Makes 30
3.5 cups (875ml/ 29.5 fl oz) lukewarm water
2.5 teaspoons (10g/ 3/8 oz) dry yeast
600g (1 lb 5 oz) fine semolina
3/4 of a cup (110g/ 4 oz) plain flour
1 tablespoon (15g/ 0.5 oz) baking powder
2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon orange-blossom water (20ml/ 3/4 fl oz)
Combine 0.5 cup (80ml/ 3fl oz) water and the yeast in a small bowl.
Sift the semolina, flour, baking powder and salt into a large bowl. Make a well in the dry ingredients and add the yeast mixture, remaining water and orange-blossom water and stir to continue.
Pour the semolina mixture into a food processor and blend for 2 - 3 minutes to create a smooth, cream-like consistency. Transfer to a large bowl, cover with a clean tea towel and set aside in a warm place for 20 - 30 minutes, until bubbly
Preheat a small non-stick frying pan over a medium high heat. Pour a small ladle full of batter into the pan and slightly rotate the pan to create an even disc. Turn to the heat down to medium and cook on one side for 1-2 minutes, until the bubbles have popped and the pancake is cooked through. Remove from the pan using an egg flip and set aside under a clean towel to keep warm. Repeat with the remaining mixture.

Msemen (square pan fried pancakes)
Cheekily taken from this website which has great demo pics
Msemen Recipe from About.com Moroccan Food

Eggs:
see Grazia's Brunch In Bed Recipe
These are soooo delicious and although not strictly Moroccan they use Labneh which is a lebanese yougurt which compliments the other flavours perfectly.

You could do any kind of scrambled egg concoctions as we had several different varieties while we were in Morocco.

The result...

So even though the pancakes ended up being emergency american style rescue ones from our friend Yankee Abroad, the breakfast went down singing hymms AND I raised some lovely money for charity.

A Sunday well spent if you ask me...

PS it would only have been more perfect if we owned a dishwasher and 3 more chairs

In case you's like to donate some money to this fantastic cause too: Donate to Stand Up To Cancer

Morocco...one part Marmite and 10 parts Magic

Since I was old and stupid enough to invest every spare cent I have on travelling, I have held a mental list of top 10 of places I have to make it to come hell or high water. Morocco has managed to hold steady in the top 5 for years and so it seemed entirely the most appropriate place to escape to after 5 months of living, sleeping and breathing the London Olympics.

 

I'm not sure that it's the same for everyone, but as much as I had dreamed of Morocco for years, I was completely unprepared for the complete assault on your senses that is Marrakech. I found myself caught in the middle of a mad Marmite travel experience -  swinging wildly between feeling an ecstatic 'Iloveithereandamgoingtobuyabookstoreandneverleave' and a traumatic 'howmanymorerightandleftturnshaveItakenanddeargodwillIevergetbacktotheRiadsafely'.

 

As this is Blog is about breakfast and I am a woefully crap travel writer, I'll cut a few corners and cut to the chase - one of the main reasons that my love for Morocco was ultimately requitted after an 8 day rollercoaster of ups and downs, was because of the breakfasts.

 

We were lucky enough to move between three wonderful Riads and in each one of them, breakfast was so much, much more than a 'rate includes' afterthought. Carefully chosen location, simple, fresh ingedients and a refusal to rush are things you come to expect and love from a Riad Breakfast. It's about as far from a Holiday Inn 'Breakfast Pig Trough' as you can get.

 

Marakech

Riad Enija

The Gods of Breakfast and Travel must have been watching over my Googling when I found Riad Enija. It sits in the middle of the Marrakech Medina (old city) like a glorious peacock of an oasis amongst the sweaty mayhem that is the souks and the Djemaa El Fna Square.

 

If you're very smart (or just lucky like I was), you'll accept the offer from the Riad to arrange an airport pickup. The trip in a 30 old year Mercedes is a fantastic treat and a good place to dust off your rubbish French. You also get escorted through the souks which is worth every dirham - getting lost with a wheely bag on your first day definitely doesn't rate as a 5 star Tripadvisor activity.

 

So first you need to suvive your entree to the souks. And then you arrive. At a tiny wooden door in a very shady looking alley. And just when you think shit shitety shit, the door opens and you meet Ahmed. Ahmed is the most marvellous host who along with Latifa, take care of you like royalty.

 

Breakfast is no exception. The first amazing thing about breakfast in Riads in general, is that you are not a slave to anyone else's clock. You simply wake up and head to the kitchen, stick your head in and say 'feed me'. Even if the skinny old cockerel on the Riad wall crowed hours ago, you will still get a smile and freshly made deliciousness.

 

The second remarkable thing particular to Riad Enija is that even though there are 15 rooms, if you don't actively seek out the other guests, you would never have to see anyone except Ahmed and Latifa. Riad Enija comprises 3 different beautiful buildings each with their own spectacular courtyards. And a roof terrace with a breathtaking view over Marrakech.

 

For breakfast and dinners, beautifully laid tables strewn with rose petals are set in private corners of the main courtyard, hidden from each other by a jungle of greenery. A cheerful fountain and some obligatory Marrakech purr-ey cats provide a breakfast soundtrack. Oh and it turns out, some shagging tortoises.

 

The food is simple. But wonderfully tasty. Everything is brought to the table and you can sit as long as you like. You get a choice of mint tea (really refreshing) or freshly brewed coffee. My daily highlight was the sweetest most delicious orange juice I have ever tasted. As luck would have it, next to spices and Evil Eye jewellery, freshly squeezed orange juice is one of the most popular things sold in the souks, so you can drink as much as you like every day.

 

Each day the line up is similar, but with its own unique twist. A basket of various warm breads, a different pastry and one of three different types of Moroccan pancakes, perfectly gooey brie and youghurt. As an add on you could order a so called Moroccan omlette - essentially a very tasty egg dish with fresh tomatos, onions, herbs and chili.

Moroccan pancakes deserve a special mention as they are really unique. There are three different types all semolina based. Beghrir - lovely soft semolina based pancakes best eaten with a buttery honey mixture; Msemen - delicious square almost savoury pan fried pancakes and a hard salty crunchy one that I couldn't find a name for. Mmmmm. 

We quickly realised that feasting like a King at breakfast means you can skip straight past the Queen and lunch and comfortably survive until a Princely dinner on a Riad Breakfast.

Essaouira

Villa Maroc

 

After three glorious days in Marrakech, we headed East to the coast to Essaouira, the proudly weatherworn ancient port city formerly know as Mogador. On first arrival, Essaouira appears a bit shabby, but don't be deterred, it is a charming place with an interesting art culture and moreish seafood. It's also a thousand times more relaxed than Marrakech and you get hassled far less.

I wasn't as bold with my Riad choice for Essaouira and went with the most commonly and well reviewed - Villa Maroc. Villa Maroc is the Jen Aniston to Riad Enija's Angelina - not as darkly beautiful, but still lovely.

 

They are well known for their good food and are one of the Riad's which offer cooking courses with their chef. Being the lazyass that I am, I wasn't energetic enough to participate, but would definitely do so if I manage to squeeze in another trip to Morocco amongst the rest of the top ten destinations.

 

Villa Maroc breakfasts include many of the Moroccan favourites served at Enija with three differences...

 

#1 a yummy fresh fruit and nutty, honey yoghurt dish

 

#2 the coffee is served out of bowls a Les Francaise (which for some unknown reason makes coffee taste delicious to the power of 10)

 

#3 it's served on the roof terrace and happily, the seagulls unlike the souk traders leave you alone

 

As well as fantabulous breakfasts at Villa Maroc, I can highly recommend a mission to Sidi Kaoki - a wild surf spot 30 minutes South of Essaouira. I reckon if you got up early enough for an early morning surf, the surf club shack at the beach would serve a pretty damn awesome dawn patrol brekker.

 

While staying at Villa Maroc, we discovered that the owners had recently bought another Riad, in the countryside about 20 kilometres inland from Essaouira. It sounded interesting and we wanted to experience some different scenery so we jumped in our almostsureitwasAhmed'sfriendsactualpersonalcarandnotarental Renalt and hit the road.

 

Ounara

Les Jardins de Villa Maroc

 

After nursing the clapped out Renault up 2km of rocky road to the house, we had no idea what to expect. It turns out that not only had we hit upon a paradise, but even better, we were the only people staying there.

Les Jardins de Villa Maroc is a converted farm house with nothing around but acres of olive trees, one donkey, three cats and a wonderful manager.

 

We loved it so much there we decided to stay in and eat dinner . Most Riads serve dinner as well as breakfast and in fact, most guide books tell you that the best place to experience authentic Moroccan food is in the Riads.

 

This was completely the case for both dinner and breakfast which were both prepared by the manager using his mother's recipes. As we arrived, probably the only thunder storm of the year rolled in and we had the unique expereince of being in the middle of nowhere, in complete darkness in a storm. As rain and temperatures below 15 degrees are such a rarity, it seemed cause for celebration and a fire was lit and both our breakfast and dinner were served in the cosy lounge.

 

I can highly recommend a game of Backgammon before breakfast. Whipping someone's ass definitely works up a hunger.

 

Morocco well and truelly earned its place in my top 5 favourite places to visit and as a place for lovers of breakfast, it might even have snuck into Number 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riad Enija

Riad Enija Website

Villa Maroc

Villa Maroc Website

Les Jardins de Villa Maroc

Les Jardins de Villa Maroc Website