This weekend I visited my twin in Bath. We don’t often have the opportunity to spend time together, so we make the most of it by arguing a lot, with intermittent pauses where we take the time to actually enjoy each other’s company. The arguing, I think, is borne out of the frustration that comes with growing up and realising that it is impossible to be entirely present in each other’s lives. When we were younger and spending 90% of our time together we knew each other’s experiences. Growing up means I cannot be entirely present in her life, nor she in mine, something which is inevitable but sad when we have been, for the most part, inseparable.
I personally think the proportion of arguing against getting along this weekend was relatively low. It was lovely to amble around in the sunshine with linked arms and our heads in Harmonious Moods (cos sometimes they get very Antagonistic and we have quite pointy-arrowed exchanges). We also have a disastrous record of eating out and managed to have an exception on Saturday lunchtime, which was a welcome surprise.
We ended up at a place called ‘Tagine Zhor’ (which, looking now, has received extremely complimentary reviews) offering Moroccan dishes like tagines and mezzes. The mention of couscous sent me a flurry of images from the film Couscous (La graine et le mulet) a film by Abdellatif Kechiche, who is particularly skilled in creating scenes of people eating which give arouse cravings of said food (if you have watched ‘Blue is the Warmest Colour you will know what I am talking about). In this film there is a delicious scene of a family eating a lunch of couscous, fish and vegetables and this restaurant was a fab opportunity to satisfy my craving for Moroccan food. We decided to share a vegetable tagine and a hot mezze. I had a mint tea which was deliciously sweet and warming.
The tagine arrived in a clay dish, brimming with broad beans, beans, apricots, prunes and sultanas and accompanied by a coriander sauce. Sweet, plump flesh vs herby sauce and soft couscous, fluffy broad beans all in a beautiful dish – high praises. Having said that, Becky said that if the fruit had been chopped up it would have balanced the sweet-savoury out a bit, and I agree. The mezze had a pot of deep peach-coloured hummus, yoghurt cucumber sauce and tomato salsa, all lovely on a hot piece of pitta. There were some b’jben briwats which have been described on the internet as ‘Moroccan spring rolls’ – these were filo pastry rolls filled with an intense olive and spinach mixture and were, for me, a favourite. This plate also had two discs of hot falafel which I really enjoyed with the salsa and hummus.
If you find yourself in Bath with a friend or even a foe (and often they are one and the same) I’d recommend Tagine Zhor. The waiters were friendly and attentive, the price not too extravagant and there is an exciting journey down several corridors and stairs to the toilet which passes some beautiful teapots, dishes and jewellery for sale).