Sometimes, you will just have to push the good door. It’s what I made on Monday, December 28th, 2015, while pushing the door of 69 rue des Gravilliers, I found myself, plunged into the universe of Marrakesh, the city of North West Africa which never sleeps, the city of the snake charmers, the middle-souk the middle-labyrinth, of the oriental street food, the storytellers of the place Jemaa-el-fna, his sellers of fresh orange juice, his tattooers of henna, his marabouts and the singers of Halka, and his desert Agafay, the stars land.
404, nothing of its name led to predict such a discovery, a warm marvel hidden in the Parisian labyrinth.
404 it is this restaurant which takes you far, very far from this wintry cold.
It’s the restaurant which I recommend to every person wishing to escape for a moment!
To begin I took an assortment of tapas; lenses in salad, the salad of Zaalouk, the salad Méchouia and the salad in the Moroccan.
As dish I took an earthenware cooking pot of lamb in the prunes about which I am crazy!
A delight! I nevertheless had difficulty in finding a restaurant where it is as well good as in the country, and I was conquered! We finish with a small traditional tea on the background of Dana Dana de Cheb Rayan.
Parfois, il vous suffira de pousser la bonne porte. C’est ce que j’ai fait lundi 28 décembre 2015, c’est en poussant la porte du 69 rue des Gravilliers dans le Marais que je me suis retrouvé là, plongée dans l’univers de Marrakech, la ville d’Afrique du Nord Ouest qui ne dort jamais, la ville des charmeurs de serpents, du mi-souk mi-labyrinthe,