Le Slimana review: our verdict
It all starts with the selection of Moroccan tapas, and that's the right move: a series of small plates that set the tone for a home-cooked Moroccan cuisine retouched with Mediterranean flair. Followed by a well-executed tanjia, veal couscous, seafood pastilla, truffle gnocchi to change the register, and desserts with enormous portions. The riad is hidden in the alleyways near the Museum of Photography, on several levels, with contemporary decor and dim lighting.
You dine there with friends, family, or two, with a stop at the rooftop to watch the sun set over the rooftops. The atmosphere is chic without being stiff, but the room echoes. Not for a meal that drags on: the service is so fast that the main course sometimes arrives just as the fork from the starter is being set down.
The dish to order: the Moroccan tapas, then a dessert to share given the portions. The trap: booking without specifying anything, and finding yourself at a large table with strangers. The best slot: the hour when the sun sinks behind the rooftops, from the rooftop; reservation mandatory.
