But we think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
And some lamb.
The situation today is Casablanca, your new super-low-key spot for French-Moroccan and lawful
smoking, now open in the East Village.
Nestled warmly into the middle of a quiet block in Alphabet City, you’re about to have a date. And on that
date, you’re about to have some lamb chops and Chartreuse cocktails (from a Pegu Club vet). Your date: they’ll have things, too.
It’s a simple setup you’ve got here, with a bar sporting some admittedly strange, Tron-like chairs to your right, and just a few tables along a wall banquette to
your left. Opt left. Since temperatures are monosyllabic right now, obtain merguez stew. Congratulations,
you just invented stew dates.
Also—and here’s one you haven’t heard in a while—think about obtaining some hookah. Remember this
place is Moroccan, so they’ve got that, and it’s more of a traditional thing here.