On this occasion I was walking past what I thought was yet another shisha bar near Old Street, when I peeked in the doorway and couldn’t help but revel in the parade of culinary delights being placed on tables in what appeared to be a pretty well-done-up Moroccan restaurant. After making a mental note of the place, I rang up my mother, who has more or less the same outlook as me (i.e. that if food is in the equation then it is pretty much going to be a good day), and we arranged to go and check it out.
