Otto review: our verdict
The best moment at Otto lasts an hour, when the sun descends on the medina. From this minimalist rooftop just steps from the Bahia Palace, the city unfolds all around, with a minaret in sight. On the plate, Italy dialogues with Morocco: black risotto with scallops, grilled octopus or tuna wrapped in pistachos, then pistachio profiteroles or tiramisu. At the bar, crafted cocktails, and a non-alcoholic menu for others.
The welcome is the house's true strength: attentive servers, small appetizers sometimes offered to whet the appetite, reasonable and beautifully presented portions. For an aperitif with friends, a dinner for two, or an elegant stop between monuments, since the doors open at noon, the place works. The price-to-value ratio is more debated: a good but not memorable dish, a chocolate mousse too dense, a mocktail reduced to a mix of juices and syrups, served in small quantities for a steep price. Not for those who count every dirham.
The right time: go up before sunset, have a drink on top, then stay for dinner; in the evening, the room is lit only by candlelight and the view disappears. The good tip: in summer, the air-conditioned room on the first floor to escape the heat.
