SF: Modern Moroccan at Aziza
My tale of Aziza began last year when I tried to go. We couldn’t get reservations so we attempted to walk in. The wait would be more than an hour. Hungry and defeated,… Continue reading
My tale of Aziza began last year when I tried to go. We couldn’t get reservations so we attempted to walk in. The wait would be more than an hour. Hungry and defeated,… Continue reading
After the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival, we were starving. Although I had eaten half a sandwich from Clancey’s, we decided to see if we could get into Aziza early. We had… Continue reading