The bright paintings on the saffron walls of Figs and the embroidered pillows lining the windowsill banquette hail from owner Mustapha Rouissiya’s native Morocco, as do the restaurant’s showpiece meals, tagines. Rouissiya’s signature is applying New American flair to traditional North African dishes. At quiet weekend brunches, the menu consists of comfort fare: challah French toast flecked with currants; big, spicy Moroccan omelets; and the neighborhood’s best lattes.
Would give this place NO STARS if it was possible.
3 of us sat down at an outside table. The inside was empty as were the 5 outdoor tables. We sat, ignored, for 20 mins as we watched new people sit and recieve menus,water and service. When I asked if we could have menus as well, I was snarled at. " Have you spoken to anyone?" "No, I answered. Should I have?"
I have been to this place and sent many people here. Thought the staff knew us and appreciated our repeat business. NOT SO.
The tall angry dude came out and said, " we thought you were loitering?" EXCUSE ME?
WE APOLOGIZED for any miscommunications, were treated like garbage, and will NEVER RETURN. After having friends drive in from the main line to meet us, it was an embarrasing and disgusting dining experience. Nice huge rodent the size of a cat running into the garbage bins that they keep next to the tables made our meal complete.
$100 cash for 3 people. No booze. Bad service. Posted by Divia: Aug. August 31st, 2009 at 5:00 PM