We hadn't been to Casa Maya since they moved across the street into larger quarters in the former home of novelist Jack Hunter. The building is beautiful-old Spanish style in an old Spanish style city. We sat in the patio...and sat... and sat... I finally asked a passing kitchen worker (more about this later) to please get our waiter. So we waited... and waited... My wife was parched so she finally went inside and got water from the bartender. Finally a nice enough waiter arrived. My wife ordered the tortilla soup. I had the cochinita pibil which is basically Yucatecan BBQ pork. We also both had some red Sangria which was very good. It wasn't syrupy sweet like many Sangrias and, to us, this is preferable. The tortila soup had a good flavor but was barely warm. My dish was flavorful on the outside but the flavor did not penetrate the meat and so was internally dry. The rice was dry too. I was hoping to catch the waiter's eye to order some pico de gallo to moisten the rice but he was conversing with friends. I finally had to call him over for this. Oh-remember the passing kitchen worker? There was a constant parade of them from the main house thru the patio to an outbuilding which must be where they wash the dishes. It was way too public, constant and disrupting. If they could straighten out a few of these things they could be really good and the setting is beautiful. I understand the owners were absent the day we were there but some of this would have been the same anyway.
Own or manage this property? Claim your listing for free to respond to reviews, update your profile and much more.