I Move on to Rabat, and Eat Well

My Frenchy food problem has been solved in Rabat As I have previously written, I had a real difficult time finding good, cheap Moroccan food in Casablanca. But this problem faded away after stepping off of the train in Rabat, where there are cheap restaurants everywhere. I think that I found “my eating place” in Rabat- Restaurant De La Liberation. Which is a couscous house on the main drag of the old medina. I got a quarter chicken with big chunks of squash and other vegetables with a large portion of couscous. It was just what I have been looking for. It was Moroccan.

But breakfast is still a problem. I like to eat a large breakfast, but no local restaurants seem to serve food before noon. I do not really like eating dainty little buns and sweets in the morning. I want a huge plate of eggs! I can get eggs here- which, with chicken, is the food of the traveller, as you can find it in nearly every corner of the world- but I just have to wait until afternoon. I suppose I will just do what everybody else here seems to do, and sit around for a while drinking tea and nibbling on little sweet breads. If I wished to live on my own cultural terms I would have to stay in my own country- or pay a lot of money. To move with the grain, the path of the traveller.