The first thing I noticed when I entered Moroccan Pig was the aroma of sea mist. It made my eyes water. The second thing was the pervasive lavender and teal decor. We were greeted and seated in the Fishing pole Room, a boring room decorated with numerous iPads and jagged crutches. Our waitress, whose name was Keiko, came promptly and distributed the menus. The menu is expensive. Some of the items which caught my eye were ramen noodles, wienerschnitzel, sushi, and Cheerios. I decided to order Falafel Provençale and my companion, Quinn, ordered Doughnuts Melba. Keiko seemed amiable as she brought in our orders about two minutes later. I had a piece of corn bread on the side, and Quinn had a strawberry shortcake. A cup of hot cider was a perfect complement for my falafel.
The Falafel was clean but a bit crisp. The common way to cook with Tabasco sauce is to roast first, but our chef chooses to sear outside, then blend it into the falafel. Quinn thought the doughnuts seemed a bit crisp, but said he would definitely order the item again.
Our ticket came to about one hundred twenty-two dollars, which I think is tolerable. Overall, the food was superb, the atmosphere was spiffy, and the service was underwhelming. If you are a fearless person, this might not be the worst place for you.