I haven't been to Morocco, but I doubt the custom there is to bury every dish in sugar and honey. Everything was so sweet that by the couscous course we were done. The fruit basket contained two of the most embarrassing apples I've ever witnessed and some pedestrian grapes, the bread was meh, the tea was so achingly sweet I couldn't swallow. I've been to Moroccan restaurants with bellydancing, but this sort of stop-everything-else, floodlighted spectacle was a bit much. The hosts were very nice, but the food was absolutely bland and forgettable. I won't go back.
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