On a backstreet just off the main street we found this small authentic restaurant run only by an older Moroccan man. He was preparing a barbecue which he had put in the doorway. We sat down at one of the two tables in the street.
We asked what he had to offer, he replied he had pinchos morunos and meat for only three tajines. The three tajines we ordered were later magically turned into four, at least as far as the bill was concerned, its somewhat runny although tasty enough contents were served on only one plate. On the other hand the pinchos were done on the barbecue, and were excellent!
The toilets were rather disgusting, as they resembled the caves in the Rock above by the goo dripping from the door and ceiling.
The biggest drawback, however, was the service. Our requests were met with awkward and defensive mumbles. The cook/waiter/owner claimed to speak four languages but didn't seem to understand much of at least two of them. He had his hands full (although there was only one other table occupied that evening), so we had to fetch our own drinks. When we asked for the bill we got only a number, one we thought was rather high for the food we had eaten and the service we'd received, and compared with the average prices in Gibraltar. When we asked to work it out with the menu prices on the wall, the man was blatantly offended and said we could check all we liked, but still had to pay (which we did).
If you're looking for authentic Morrocan food go here, but don't expect any frills.
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