out of my comfort zone
:Danforth + Coxwell:
|Lamb shank, or as I like to say, big bad drumstick.|
Mr. Neutron himself and I met up on Friday for another cultural-relational-moral pow-wow. It's Ramadan right now, so he can only come out and play at dark. The only instruction he gave me was to go to Coxwell station by 8:30 pm. Um, I don't like surprises, and I'm pretty sure I'd like one at Coxwell station less. But I trust Jimmy. He's what I would call intuitive. In fact, he knows me well enough to think he knows my "ideal type". One day we'll have to put his know-it-all to the test. But on Friday, we focused on good eats and catching up.
As I walked along the Danforth to meet him, I kept thinking to myself, "please don't be Ethiopian...if he's taking me to eat Ethiopian, I'm gonna have to rethink our friendship...".
I arrived and smiled. Moroccan. I like Moroccan, and better yet, I haven't eaten it in years.
Walima Cafe is a cozy space. It's very Marrakesh (based on books, because I've never been), with some pillows, a few paintings, and a beautiful tile mosaic. I really liked the tiles. I would like them in the foyer of my imaginary mansion.
I had the Lamb Shank Berber Tagine, while Jimmy had Harira and Casablanca Couscous with chicken. The soup was tasty, but I don't like lentils. My lamb was tender and Jimmy's couscous was perfect. He's never had couscous. Ha, finally - something I've had that he hasn't. Winning. Hahaha.
You should note that Moroccon is often savoury and sweet. Since I'm not a fan of sweet, I went for the most savoury option. That said, I would like to go back to try the Bastilla. I hear it's good, and if it's not, I can wash it down with a kebap.
I love that friends take you places you wouldn't normally go. It was nice to leave my bubble, course I'm happy to be back. My bubble's pretty awesome.
P.S. Mental note: Take a photo with Jimmy. Otherwise it's like we're only friends on screen, lol.