Marrakech – Some places don’t just show up in your camera roll — they settle into memory, where light, laughter, and taste all blur into something warmer. In Casablanca, Villa Boga is one of those places.
Opened in 1982, it was the kind of villa families spoke about with a glint of nostalgia — where the lights were soft, the food comforting, and the mood effortlessly slow, like a Sunday that refused to end.
Then it disappeared, tucked away in time… until June 2024, when it quietly reopened — not as a replica of the past, but as a place ready for new stories.
On a warm July afternoon, under sun-dappled shade and a chilled glass of something citrusy, the summer menu did the talking.
Light salads, crisp vegetables, and dishes made for easy days and long conversations. Fresh — not fussy.
Lunch here doesn’t demand anything from you, except a little appetite and maybe a friend to split plates with.
Weekends stretch with ease. Brunch starts at 11 a.m., now both Saturday and Sunday — a gentle ritual wrapped in warm croissants and easy playlists. Whether you show up in linen or yesterday’s mascara, it welcomes you just the same.
And between meals? Villa Boga stays awake. The all-day shared menu hums quietly in the background, ready for late lunches, spontaneous catch-ups, or that “just one drink” that turns into three.
It’s “service continu” (continuous service) — and it makes lingering feel like a lifestyle.
Then night falls — and everything changes.
Candlelit dinners begin the shift, with two evening seatings at 7 and 9:30 p.m. It’s intimate, unhurried, and somehow both elegant and familiar.
But at 11 p.m., the villa sheds its hush. Live music fills the air. A DJ takes over. And suddenly, it’s not just dinner — it’s a night out.
Villa Boga pulses with energy until 3 a.m.. The crowd grows bolder, the playlist deeper. Plates still circulate, even at the bar, because midnight dancing pairs best with something small and salty.
This isn’t just a restaurant. It’s not even just a villa. It’s an atmosphere — light by day, electric by night.
A space where every hour feels intentional, and every visit feels a little like coming home… but better dressed.
