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In Astoria’s Little Egypt, Making a Case for Tagines From Morocco

My first encounter with a real Moroccan tagine was 30 years ago in the home of a taxi driver who had invited me to dinner with his family in Fes.

We sat in a circle on the floor around a chicken his mother had simmered with onions, as the aroma of cinnamon and saffron filled the small room. She fished from the pot what looked like the bent length of drainpipe found under a sink and, with the proud smile of a host presenting the most sought-after portion to a guest, laid it on my plate. It was the entire neck of the chicken. My polite smile became a real one after I began to pull the tender strands of dark meat from the bones and eat them with torn patches of whole-grain khobz, a low-rising bread that is the perfect thing for drinking up the juices of a tagine.

In two weeks traveling through Morocco, I never ate anything more delicious than that chicken neck, although it was equaled a few nights later by a lamb and quince tagine cooked by the same woman. Neither tagine, though, was prepared in an actual tagine, the two-piece clay vessel that shares its name with the fragrantly spiced stews that are its main product. If my hosts owned one of those, I never saw it. When tagine was on the menu, it was made in a wide aluminum pot.

The prunes in a tagine of lamb shanks are perfumed with rosewater.Credit…Colin Clark for The New York Times

Ever since, I haven’t much cared what my tagines are cooked in. I do appreciate the look of the traditional ceramic vessels, whether their lids are shaped like inverted funnels, severe and geometric, or molded in the more modern style, tall with sloping sides that make them look like cooling towers at a nuclear power plant. I’m more interested in what’s underneath, the fruits and meats and harmonies of spice that carry over into the steam that billows up when the lids are raised.

So I wasn’t bothered very much when I came to suspect that the tagines at Dar Yemma, a bright, glossy new Moroccan restaurant in Queens, are not cooked in the glazed clay pots they’re served in, or not entirely. The sesame seeds and toasted almonds scattered over the lamb shank tagine, for instance, were clearly last-minute additions. I also wondered about the rosewater-scented prunes and dried apricots around the lamb. With rosewater, a few extra drops can take a dish from charming to bossy. This fruit wore just enough perfume to be noticed, without any spilling over into the lamb or its rich sauce. These small details and others made this a tagine that captured the seductive nuance of the Moroccan kitchen in ways that I have rarely found in New York.

Dar Yemma opened in February on the strip of North African businesses on Steinway Street in Astoria. Although the area is often called Little Egypt, a strong competing claim could be made for calling it Little Morocco. This happens to be the name of another Moroccan restaurant in the area that is near a Moroccan travel agency, which is close to a Moroccan sandwich shop, which is in the vicinity of a Moroccan grocery where you can buy yourself a painted and glazed ceramic tagine.

Dar Yemma is one of several Moroccan businesses on its strip of Steinway Street in Astoria.Credit…Colin Clark for The New York Times
When the lids of the tagines come off, the aromas of Moroccan cooking fill the dining room.Credit…Colin Clark for The New York Times

The menu at Dar Yemma goes on at some length. One page is given to appetizers wrapped in papery layers of phyllo. There is a bastila the size of a teacup, filled with chopped almonds and dry chicken. Better than that are the flaky, cigar-shaped briouates; one is filled with fresh cheese and cilantro, another with lightly spiced lamb and vermicelli, which gives the stuffing a jaunty little bounce that plays well against the fragile sheets of phyllo.

But long passages of the menu can be ignored. The best of the salads is clearly zaalouk, a heap of eggplants cooked with tomatoes and red peppers in olive oil until they surrender. The zaalouk is a very good dip for torn pieces of khobz; it’s even good with what is probably supposed to be French bread but which will strike most New Yorkers as a cut-up hero roll.

The cucumber-tomato salad needs more herbs and lemon juice. I don’t know of anything that would fix the terrible carrot and beet salads.

There is not much joy in the watery and unconvincing harira. From the grill, the kebabs of tough beef and the crumbly, purplish, almost flavorless merguez should be left alone.

Dar Yemma is a tagine specialist, whether the menu knows it or not. Some of the other offerings can be haphazard, but the tagines are wonderful.

Moroccan tea made with fresh mint is served at any time of day.Credit…Colin Clark for The New York Times

There is chicken with green olives and preserved lemons, that classic of the tagine repertory. The olives are more tart than the lemons, which have a fragrance that’s more floral than fruity.

Fat, pink shrimp arrive in a bright-red tomato sauce that is very lightly seasoned, apart from fresh cilantro. For cubes of beef liver, the kitchen makes an entirely different tomato sauce, a thick gravy dark with the funk of offal. The spices in it are so closely integrated that you can only guess at their identities. Cinnamon? Paprika? Not everyone likes liver cooked so thoroughly, but if liver is going to be firm and chewy, this is the right kind of sauce for it.

The ingredients at Dar Yemma are halal, and the restaurant seems to draw Muslim New Yorkers from countries beyond Morocco, giving it a cosmopolitan atmosphere. (The owner, Saber Bouteraa, is from Algeria.) There are framed mirrors on the walls and a complicated arrangement of colored lights, recessed in the ceiling, that looks as if it belongs in a small disco; it always seems to be on the verge of breaking into a laser show that pulses in time to the music. A video screen on the back wall sometimes runs karaoke videos and sometimes shows a Moroccan tourism reel: the Jemaa el-Fnaa’s snake charmers, the blue-washed alleys of Chefchaouen, leather sandals, sand.

The pastry display case in the front window may be loaded with European-style desserts like tiramisù and chocolate tart, or with baklava, almond cigars and other Moroccan sweets. On the other hand, it may be empty. Either way, there is an argument to be made for ending with hot mint tea, and another argument, a more persuasive one, I think, for ordering mint tea right at the beginning and drinking it all night long.

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