Sunday, February 14, 2010
They have shirts that say that, you know.
And while I don't usually use the blog as a venue for restaurant reviews, I owe my thanks to the deliciousity of Mogador, that wonderful Moroccan place on 8th street in the East Village.
Mogador, you are so simple, but so good. A tad greasy, but the perfect tad for a hangover breakfast. I ordered an Americano and the Haloumi Eggs, which comes with 2 roasted tomatoe halves, each topped with grilled haloumi cheese, topped with perfectly poached eggs. On the side, instead of homefries (which come with other dishes, just not this one), are a lightly dressed mixed greens salad and delicious pita with za'atar. This green rub of earthy sesame and green herbs is perfect, meant to be, at home, atop warm, fresh, pita. Instead of hot sauce, they serve a small dish of harissa with your order. The subdued flavors and heat of the spice paste help your eggs get to exactly where they need to be.
If you are in NY, you must, must, must check it out for brunch, although other meals are served, too.