The menu

Order more than you think you need.

Three sections, one rule: nothing here is meant to be eaten alone. Prices are in dirhams and the brothers do not do small portions.

Small and Loud

The opening act. Order more than you think you need, because you do.

Baked through the night by Sami, torn by hand, served with a slick of green olive oil and za'atar dust.

Roasted pepper and toasted walnut with pomegranate and a quiet hum of chilli that does not stay quiet.

Cool, nutty, and bright, scooped up with anything that holds still long enough.

Thin, crackling, and dropped onto tahini with great ceremony. Tarek's pride and joy.

A whole little cabbage grilled hard, dressed loud, gone in four bites.

The plates that need both hands and a moment of silence, which we do not provide.

120

Cooked low until it gives up entirely, with sumac onions and a flatbread to mop the lot.

Char on the outside, secrets on the inside, leaning on smoked aubergine.

110

Whatever swam in this morning, seared fast, hit with chilli butter and herbs by the fistful.

Smoky green wheat cooked like a risotto that refuses to be Italian about it.

150

A rotating tumble of small plates for the whole table, chosen by the kitchen and defended by you.

Sami and Nadim's corner. This is where the arguing peaks.

Crisp pastry, stretchy cheese, pistachio snow, rose syrup poured at the table.

Layers of crunch and cream, taller than it should be, sweeter than you admit.

Three scoops of whatever the brothers are currently fighting about. Small batch, big opinions.

Cold, salty, sweet, and gone before you find your spoon.