I suspect there is not much to the name MoRoCo beyond that it mirrors the location’s postal code (M5R 1C1). Childhood princesses dine on the white patio resembling a photo studio for Alice in Wonderland. And down the rabbit hole we go to enter a darkly fantastical dining room with fairy-tale adornments. The bright, black washroom has a gold mirror-mirror on the wall. Unfortunately, the restaurant never grows up as the courses insist on being childish. The oriental salad had unimaginative flavours of sweet and sour; none of the components were the least bit unexpected. The salmon, which came with thinly bitter chips instead of some meaningful veggies, was poorly glazed and required a ranch-like dip to be palatable. Of course, the dressing covered any of the maple syrup, making the whole baking process seem like a waste. The dessert was prime time for MoRoCo to show off, and as salaciously crimson as the red velvet was, it was dreadfully cold and al-dente for a crepe. The sweet toothes will no doubt be pleased; the rest of us will leave with a sugar rush, bound to crash.
Mandarin Orange Salad
Mandarin oranges, mixed greens, toasted almonds, julienne carrots, snow peas, crispy noodles, Dressed in Asian sesame dressing
Maple Glazed oven baked BC salmon
Red Velvet crepe filled with a cream cheese, Mascarpone cheese, fresh strawberries, Red velvet cake crumbs, finished with a chocolate sauce, mascareted berries