Pachamama review: our verdict
At Pachamama, it's the music that sets the tone. A band plays live, the room quickly comes alive, and you realize you didn't come for a quiet dinner in the new district of Fes. On the plate, a cuisine with marine accents, smelling of the sea and the sun, perfect for accompanying a long evening.
It's a spot for going out with friends, to dine to music and linger. The service knows how to be attentive, and some staff members are largely responsible for the desire to return; but it can also let things slide: waiting twenty minutes for a table to be cleared, on a night when the room isn't full, and being told off from above, that happens. This isn't the place for a calm dinner for two, nor for a meal where you want to be served on a tight schedule. You go for the atmosphere, and you accept that nothing is perfectly precise.
The right slot: a night when the band plays, that's when the place truly makes sense. The trap: arriving counting on an immediate table; better to call ahead, on Ahmed Chaouki Street, to find out if the room is available.
