The thing about the recession, is that it has made some restaraunts big and empty like wastelands. But Barbes is so small, so tucked in, that the locals who cherish this place will sustain it. We found it in our hunt for the french culture wherever we go. Moroccan feasting always sounds appetizing and it especially is after a full day of navigating a family of four around a place referred to only as " the City".
The city is amazing and amazing is what we found when we stopped in here; warm and warmly lit with a downstairs kitchen to bring us in from the cold and dark. It is like its own little tajine, full of aroma and sensuality. Narrow and pungeant, I wanted to sit from the moment I entered and I was full and glad to have rested here as I left. Nothing was left out or off of our table and no one lacked for service. The strong survive.
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