Café Woods

The international category in Morocco covers kitchens that draw on multiple traditions without being strictly one of them. Lebanese is the biggest subset — mezze tables of hummus, muhammara, fattoush, tabbouleh, kibbeh, shawarma, grilled halloumi, and a long warm-bread section — and the best versions in Morocco run close to what you would eat in Beirut. Turkish kebabs, Spanish tapas-adjacent small plates, and Mediterranean mezze have all quietly expanded the mid-tier dining map.

American-style cooking has a serious following in Casablanca and Marrakech, built around burgers, steaks, ribs, and brunch plates. The better burger rooms here grind their own beef, bake their own brioche, and list the cut on the menu. Steaks run Angus or local highland beef; ribs are usually slow-cooked for hours before finishing. Brunch is a real weekend ritual, often overlapping with the Moroccan brunch tradition of msemen, eggs, and olives alongside pancakes, avocado toast, and French toast.

Fusion is where you have to read the room carefully. The best Moroccan fusion cooking uses Moroccan ingredients — saffron, preserved lemon, argan oil, harissa, chermoula — inside a non-Moroccan technique frame, and treats both sides seriously. The weaker versions feel like one menu bolted onto another with no real logic. When a chef is genuinely bilingual in two food cultures, you get things like tagine-braised short rib with gnocchi, or preserved-lemon beurre blanc over local sea bream, and it works. Ask what the kitchen is actually proud of and order that.

A word on ordering and pacing. Moroccan meals are built to be long and shared. Starters — olives, small salads, bread, sometimes a soup — arrive on their own clock, and rushing them short-changes the meal. Mint tea, strong and sweet, almost always closes the table. Tipping is expected at sit-down places; 10 percent on top of a bill that already includes service is a safe baseline. Ask the room what they would order if they were choosing for a friend, and you will almost always be pointed at the real house dish rather than the one printed largest on the menu. That single question, asked politely, is the shortest route to eating well in any Moroccan dining room.