I had read about this restaurant on this website and was encouraged by the cup-runneth-over review given it by another traveller. I go out to eat quite a bit and really enjoy mediterranean cuisine, especially couscous and all of its trappings. So I consider myself not exactly wet behind the ears when it comes to dining and this cuisine. I found the entire experience in Dahab to be as much of a disappointment as the previous reviewer was unable to rate it high enough.
My friend took one look at the place and remarked dryly, "tourist trap." I assured him it came highly recommended by someone on a website (shoulda known)!
The staff was friendly enough to begin with but was unable to make recommendations and seemed to steer me toward anything at the top of the price list. I'm a seasoned waiter and therefore familiar with this rhetoric. The red wine was served cold, which may be local to Tunisia or may not be. Hard to tell, because the people next to me drank red wine, and it wasn't cold. But then they ordered more, which aided us in seeing the portion size of the most expensive "menus" -- the next criticism on my list. I cannot emphasize how small the portions were. I got a simple veggie couscous (a la Tunisia) and had one carrot, one turnip, and a couple of undefinable pieces of something crunchy. The sauce tasted like tomato paste with water and cayenne pepper. There was a smattering of couscous, yes. My friend order the second-most expensive meat dish, which I only mention to aid in comparison, and received four ridiculously pared-down lamb chops. I mean, the meat on the bone was the size of a two-euro coin. These were placed upon a dollop of mashed potatoes, I'd say an ice cream cone dip size from a stingy, dried-out old man. When he tried to talk to someone about it, the waiters ignored him and continued about their business, which didn't include organizing the belly-dancing we hoped to see at 9:30pm.
At 10pm, we ordered the check and were duly ignored for the amount of time appropriate to our crime of having complained. The waiter charged me double for the wine (100 instead of 50) and explained that the barkeeper had poured me a double, and I had drunk it--so I should pay it. When I went to the bathroom before leaving, I was treated to the next expected scrimp--no toilet paper, no paper towels, no soap. In the end, it didn't matter, because the art was terrific. Go see the Biennale before it closes and visit Chez Marcel!