Morocco in Mt. Lebanon: Kous Kous Cafe

On Friday, I died and went to a Moroccan heaven… in Mt. Lebanon.

I don’t spend much time in this part of Pittsburgh (even though it is the place where I first laid eyes on the boyfriend). I’m not really sure why. It’s cute. It’s quaint. I’m not rich, but I can fake it. Just watch me with my Burberry purse (bought in NYC on the cheap – it still counts.)

Luckily, I have friends in high places. Friends who notice things when they walk down the sidewalk. Friends that find hole-in-the-wall restaurants and tell me about them, such as this gem, which we frequented this weekend:

Never in my life have I had a reason to turn down a hummus place appetizer. This stuff was real. This stuff was authentic. I still don’t remember what the green or red mixtures were, but everything together was fantastic. It was good on its own, too.

We got this because Cat said it won an award. It’s a chicken bastilla. We split it four-ways. From the website: Amish Free range chicken is slowly cooked in Moroccan spices and onion, raisins and eggs are added, then the mixture is stuffed in a thin Philo like dough called Feuille de brik.

I love my friend Nick because you can never tell whether he’s happy in a photograph. But, he’s always happy. That’s what I’ve learned about Nick over the past year. Oh, and that he’s also a good wedding date and will dance on command. I don’t know how this guy’s still on the market.

I took this picture not only to memorialize his neutral expression but also so you could check out the restaurant behind him to get a feel of how very small this place is. I simply loathe chains with their spacious booths and easy-to-maneuver spaces. I’d rather be elbow-to-elbow with my friends and Pittsburgh strangers, enjoying a fresh and local-ingredient filled dinner.

This guy seems to be the opposite of Nick. I thought I’d never date a man with a mouth bigger than mine. I was wrong. I love it.

PS: He’s working on a code name for the blog. Stay tuned.

I ordered the vegetarian option and was pretty jazzed up about it. Unfortunately, it came with many vegetables that I did not like. I’m not a fan of grilled vegetables because I got sick once. Bad memories. Thankfully, Cat was there, and we gladly traded food. Both of us were pleased.

Sure, I did have two forms of meat in one meal. But I’m okay with that – look at this! Nick ordered the same thing.

The boyfriend ordered the lamb, and I was somewhat jealous. I love a good caramelized onion in my life.

So, in conclusion, we had a great time at Kous Kous Cafe. The meal gave me acid indigestion, but it was totally worth it (happens to me all the time).

If you plan on going, I’d just make sure you book a reservation in advance, prepare yourself for tight seating and open up your wallet if you don’t make bucco bucks and pay your taxes like the rest of the 99%.

Shoot. I think I just slipped in a political movement reference.


You’ll forgive me when you visit Kous Kous. I promise.

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2 Comments on “Morocco in Mt. Lebanon: Kous Kous Cafe”

  1. Liz
    October 18, 2011 at 6:25 pm #

    Soooooooooooo tell me more about Nick?


    Sort of.

  2. October 19, 2011 at 9:15 am #

    Hello Rose,

    I found your blog through a comment you left on Acquired Tastes. I just wanted to say hello and that I love your blog. Also that Moroccan food looks scrumptious, minus the whole meat thing. Nice to meet you!

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