Moroccan Gas Station Gastronomy: How To Fill Up Like the Locals

Bow-tied waiters, silver tea services, free-range chicken. An upscale restaurant? Nope – a petrol station. 

At dusk in the deserty Palmerie district 8km from Marrakech’s medina, Station Al Baraka’s red neon signage gives it the look of a Las Vegas oasis. “My favourite is the lemon chicken tagine,” says 24-year-old taxi driver and Marrakech-native, Ottoman Chouquir. “And the fries. Every afternoon there are tons of cars in front, especially at the weekend.”

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