Casa Jose Bouskoura — Restaurant in Bouskoura

My first and last visit Casa Josè - Dar Bouazza in Tamaris, Morocco –

Disappointment and more Cultural Dress Becomes Grounds for Exclusion

I rarely write reviews, but this experience calls for reflection.

During a recent visit to Morocco, my son—who is half Moroccan and Ghanaian—and I looked forward to a simple joy: sharing seafood by the sea on a visit to introducing his newborn son to his Moroccan heritage in Morocco.

We gravitated towards Casa Jose, a Spanish seafood restaurant in Tamaris with a reputation for good fresh cuisine.

What we encountered, however, was a shocking display exclusion cloaked in dress codes.

We were refused entry. At first, I assumed it might be me—if you know me, you will always find me, proudly adorned in my West African, Ghanaian-inspired attire. But no, the issue was my son, dressed in a traditional cream jellaba (jandoura). This, we were not aware was not permitted. (Although not the point here)

In a moment of creative resilience, we all suggested he tuck the jellaba into white shorts, drap a shawl over his shoulders, and in an instant —visually—blended in with the other male diners. Still, we were denied.

That moment lingered. Not just because of the refusal, but because of what it symbolized: the rejection of Moroccan identity within Morocco itself, at the door of a Spanish establishment. It’s a painful echo of colonial legacy—where European standards of decorum override the dignity of indigenous culture.

In a country where Moroccan citizens must obtain visas to travel to Spain, while Spaniards can enter freely, it’s hard not to see a hierarchy still at play—spatial, cultural, and psychological. Where the colonial goal post is simply move and not eradicated.

This isn’t just about a meal. It’s about belonging. And the spaces where that belonging is challenged—even when dressed in one’s own skin, one’s own fabric, one’s...

Casa Jose in Bouskoura, Morocco, is a charming, unassuming spot that feels like a well-kept secret. Tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, the restaurant blends Spanish warmth with Moroccan flair. The terracotta walls, checkered tablecloths, and soft flamenco music playing in the background create a cozy, inviting vibe—perfect for a relaxed meal.

The staff here are the heart of the experience. Mustafa, a waiter who’s been there for years, greets regulars by name and patiently guides newcomers through the menu. His recommendations never miss. Start with the gambas al ajillo plump shrimp sizzling in garlic-infused olive oil, served with crusty bread to soak up every drop. The star is the paella Valenciana, a fragrant, saffron-kissed dish loaded with tender chicken, rabbit, and seasonal veggies. It’s clear they use fresh, quality ingredients, though the rice occasionally veers toward slightly overcooked. Portions are generous; splitting a paella for two could leave leftovers.

Don’t skip the grape drinks it’s fruity, not overly sweet, and pairs perfectly with the bold flavors. For dessert, the tarta de Santiago (almond cake) is dense and nutty, though the caramel drizzle sometimes overpowers.

Weekends get busy, so arriving early is wise. While the outdoor seating is ideal for breezy evenings, indoor tables can feel cramped. Prices are reasonable for the quality, with mains averaging 90-120 MAD.

Casa Jose isn’t fancy, but it’s genuine a place where hearty food and warm service make you feel at home. Worth the trip if you’re craving Spanish comfort with a...

I have been to casa jose in many places, but this was my first time of Bousakoura branch. It was Wednesday 22 of July. It didn't really start well. The receptionist who is young woman, seemed totally unfit for the job. I was first just observing her dealing with a family with an elder lady on chair, the way she looked at them and she was talking to them is inappropriate, look unhappy woman and really condescending. Came my turn, she while I am talking to her with eyes contact, she was checking me from feet to head in strange way, people with me noticed same thing since they mentioned it once I finished talking to her. An awful attitude full of ignorance, lack of class and good education. Then she told me there is no table available, when I wanted to go check, she changed her story to tell me that there is a table free. All this without a single smile or even just correct behavior. Really the last employee you want your customers to get into contact with the first when they enter your business. The last and not least, the toilets in the premises have dirty tops, you can't even look at. This lack of hygiene is unacceptable for a restaurant, it cost nothing to change, but probably nobody even care. Didn't like the experience, food...