After having spent several weeks in Morocco I recently experienced a first- Moroccan BBQ.
I was on a bus ride from Fez to Chefchaouen when the bus pulled over mid-way for its scheduled stop. Usually on bus rides I’m accustomed to grabbing a quick sandwich or bag of chips. This turned out to be a welcome change.
The locals quickly lined up at a butcher counter and began calling out orders. I stood back to take it all in and figure out what the process was.
I quickly learned that everyone was buying fresh meat and taking it to a nearby grill to be cooked. As soon as the meat hit the flames the entire rest stop began to smell amazing. I excitedly jumped into line to take part.
I pointed at what the group ahead of me had ordered and indicated in my best horrible broken Spanish that I only needed enough for one person. “Carne por una persona, por favor”, I told the butcher. He quickly weighed and passed to me what looked much like a seasoned hamburger patty. He collected his payment of 20 dirham/$2 USD and took the order of the person next in line behind me.
I carried the plate to the nearby grill and the cook separated the meat into small breakfast sausage like pieces. Next he filled a double sided metal grill with the meat and placed my order in line.
Not 5 minutes later the man called out to me to collect my order. I paid the grill fee of 5 dirham/.50 USD and carried my plate back to my table. The fifty cents covered not only the cost of grilling but also a half loaf of fresh bread.
This was honestly one of the best road stop meals I’ve ever had. It was way better than the usual convenience store garbage I’m used to shoving down my throat before jumping back on the bus.
If you ever find yourself at a setup like this don’t let the huge dead pig hanging in front scare you off. Jump in line, use your best terrible attempt at whatever language you think might help and grab some Moroccan BBQ. You’ll be glad you did.