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So I was meeting up with an old friend whom I haven’t seen since second grade. I went over to her neck of the woods and we opted for Mexican food. We went and tried out this place called Maya.
We went inside and stood around for a few moments and no one said anything to us about seating. Eventually I realized that there are multiple sections to this place. They probably thought we were just hanging out at the bar area? Though I’m sure I looked confused, but whatever.
So it was taco Tuesday, which meant some specials and what not. It should be noted that this day was my first time trying guac as an adult, and it was pretty damn good. I ate lots of it and have since then gone on to become a frequent guac consumer.
As my dish I had a pastor taco, it was good. Though for a hefty eater like myself, 3 small tacos definitely wasn’t going to do the trick. So I also had a potato and chicharon dish. It was also pretty good, but the sausage was cut into tiny, almost inaccessible pieces. That was kind of annoying. Finally, I had a quesadilla which was also okay. Nothing here blew my mind, and once acknowledged the service was okay, they did have friendly staff.
I liked the ambiance as the atmosphere felt intimate. It was a great place to meet up with an old friend and get reacquainted. She is as lovely today, as she was in the second grade. For me, the best part of the evening was the company without a doubt. The most memorable moment was when we were walking to some bar to keep the evening going. She was on the outside and I quickly shifted over to put her on the inside of the sidewalk. She looked at me and said, “You moved me inside.” I smiled and said isn’t that how its supposed to be? The look on her face was priceless. I hope to always remember that moment.