Our Story
The whole Mediterranean, on one rooftop.
The Mediterranean was never one kitchen, and we saw no reason to pick a favourite. So we brought it all to one table above Kigali: prawns off the grill, lamb shank and couscous, octopus risotto, mezze passed the whole way round.
The name is the reason it works. The sirocco is the wind that crosses that sea — up off the Sahara, over the water, into Morocco, Spain, Italy and Greece. Sol is the sun waiting on the other side. One wind, every coast.
The rest is what a rooftop gives you: the city going quiet below, the hills turning gold, and no reason at all to hurry.







