There is a place on Main Street in Ann Arbor where the smell of slow-cooked spices and fresh mint tea drifts through the air before you even open the door. From the outside, it reads like a coffee shop.
But once you cross the threshold, the whole world shifts. Carved wooden details, tiled fountains, plush Moroccan seating, and the kind of warmth that makes you forget it is cold outside all greet you at once.
This is not a themed restaurant trying to look the part. The food is halal, the tagines are cooked in clay pots low and slow until the meat practically dissolves, and the owner himself comes out to welcome you…