wait until the spanish tortilla dude across the street opens for business. this is abdileh. he specializes in one thing, and he makes it well. he makes an omelet. it s like a spanish tortilla. but like stonier. the potatoes are boiled, diced, mixed with beaten eggs and cooked in a cast iron skill let. oh, yeah. the eggs. the egg man. i am me and we are you and where is my omelet, dude, because i am hungry. one, two, three? abdileh is waiting for you when you come stumbling out of cafe baba. coincidence or not? you be the judge. ketchup and mayonnaise. everything. ketchup and mayonnaise? sure. why not? condiment options i will be hard
either refrigerate or dig right in. of course, network standards and practices prohibit me from even tasting this delicious and reportedly mind-altering treat. i m guessing, anyway. so until i see chris, john and wolf doing bong riffs in the situation room, i will, of course, abide by these rules because that s the kind of guy i am. there s one particular cafe in the heart of the kasbah that s drawn in foreign dignitaries, rock stars, aristocrats and artists since it opened its doors in 1943. cafe baba. sweet mint tea in a thick slow-moving haze of smoke. it smells like my dorm room 1972. good evening, hello. this is george bajalia and zeneb, and i should say right
what was better about those days? well, for me at that time i was young, and it was the boom of hippies, and it was a destination. you know, cafe baba, meet bob dylan, and the parties was going on. i miss these kind of parties. people fly from everywhere to the party, and they make the whole town move. blue and white party, white and gold party, hat party, you know, it s amazing. you see people coming in with amazing hats, like a cage with a bird, extravagant hats, you know. they put so much energy and time into the parties, you know? look at now, that looks good. tomatoes brushed with local olive oil, garlic and coriander. liver kabobs, beef liver to be exact, grilled over charcoal. that looks very nice. for fish, a bit of swordfish and
of course ex-pats want to keep tangier like they know it before. i mean, this cafe is very similar to the way it was, but there s a tv right there. flat screen. that s why people come here. they come to watch soccer games. you can well imagine the american guy who s lived in tangier for 30 years. he comes in, there s a flat screen tv on the wall. he s like what? you ve ruined the authenticity and the integrity, but the moroccan guy at the next table is, like, wait a minute, you have a flat screen at home. i want one, too. what is wrong with that? there are people here who probably have never heard of if you follow that, there s no progression, no progress, no change. the think about cafe baba, just sitting here, taking in the atmosphere, you begin to appreciate the place. there s something different happening here.
contact high, whoa, i m hungry. wait until the spanish tortilla dude across the street opens for business. this is abdileh. he specializes in one thing, and he makes it well. he makes an omelet. it s like a spanish tortilla. but like stonier. the potatoes are boiled, diced, meat with beaten eggs and cooked in a cast iron skillet. oh, yeah. the eggs. the egg man. i am me and we are you and where is my omelet, dude, because i am hungry. one, two, three? abdileh is waiting for you when you come stumbling out of cafe baba. coincidence or not? you be the judge. ketchup and mayonnaise. everything. ketchup and mayonnaise? sure. why not? condiment options i will be hard pressed to turn down at this precise moment anyway.