a little moroccan to tickle your fancy

On an icy cold London evening after a delicious viewing of The Artist, I sneaked into a little Moroccan restaurant with my sister so we could pretend we were in Marrakesh again.  Beautiful lights, colourful cushions, halloumi, sardine and fresh prawn starters. Lamb tagine, kofte tagine with egg and the piece de resistance - mint tea poured from a great height from a little ornate silver pot.  One couple braved the chill for a shisha but although I eyed it longingly I could'nt quite muster up enought strength to leave the warmth.