I’m a sucker for Latin cuisine. I think I’m actually part Mexican (well, part of my “love lumps” are due to my many guacamole raids). But I absolutely love Latin food. I cherish the flavors, bathe in the aromas, and lust after the array of spices and colors. It is truly a love affair. So when I heard of the eclectic mix of Puerto Rican, Mexican and Cuban influences May St. Café had to offer, my heart skipped a beat and I skipped right on over.
I first did my homework and read reviews: they were a generous mix of good and not so good but mostly great. People raved about the chicken mole (which I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE! Did I mention Love?) and typically complained about the price of drinks and the price of the entrees. I didn’t plan to consume alcohol, so no worries there but I was prepared to risk eviction by spending my rent money on the meal. I can safely say after looking at the menu, that wasn’t at all necessary. It was modestly priced. Most reviews said make a reservation and that I did, but when I pulled into the lot, there was only one other car and that was my lunch companion. Hummmm….12:30pm on a Friday and no cars? Ahhhh, maybe they get mostly foot traffic…
I entered to see only one other table of people which blows my foot traffic theory but so what, I actually despise crowded restaurants. Moving right along…
The inside was extremely warm and cozy. Smaller than it looked on the outside (and the outside looks very small) but very cute. It reminded me of a cute living room in Costa Rica (although I’ve never been, allow me to imagine). There were couch like benches covered with a rich chocolate brown fabric that lines the wall with throw pillows and wooden chairs on the other side. The room was kinda dark but it was comfortable. Definitely got a few points for ambiance!
We were given a lunch menu, which I did not see online which wasn’t terribly extensive but for those of us who have a hard time choosing a dish, a small menu is sometimes appreciated. It consisted of simple and traditional sounding fare: tacos, burritos, one burger and some other stuff, however I CAME FOR THE MOLE! So, I asked the waitress if I could order that from the dinner menu and she said she could make it for me. Two more points for being accommodating. LOVE IT!
So my friend and I ordered the guac which also came with the house made salsa. Here began the downward spiral of the relationship status changing to “ it’s complicated” (thank you facebook).The guac and salsa came presented very pretty, as you can see.
There was even a huge plantain chip sticking out. How cute. However, the poor guac was terribly salty and didn’t have much flavor. I wonder if any cilantro had even been in the same room with the guac? I didn’t see any, but if anything was in there, the salt washed the flavor away. The salsa was no more than a chipotle or adobo sauce. No chunks, no onions, just a dark, brownish-red ketchup. It had a slight bite (heat wise) but definitely not something I want to eat a lot of on what appeared to NOT be homemade chips (who does that?). Moving on, I ordered the allegedly scrumptious chicken mole which was described as “delectable” in more than a few reviews.
Mole is usually delish, even out of the can sold in the store, but maybe I should have seen them make it because I tasted NOTHING, NADA, NiENTE! The sauce was terribly bland and so was the chicken breast. No seasoning, no salt, no herbs, nothing. I understand that mole usually goes over boiled chicken, but couldn’t they at least flavor the water if they couldn’t flavor the sauce? HIGHLY DISSAPOINTING! It came with an even more flavorless ball of rice, some grilled squash, zucchini, and a grilled red pepper. Hard to mess that up, it was edible at best. Even the coke was weak, yet more disappointment set in.
My motto is a restaurant is usually only as good as its dessert, so I held out hope for the little place. Food Network has a show called the “Best Thing I Ever Ate Chocolate” and a chef talked about the delectable white chocolate flan.
It did look good, so I ordered it and my friend ordered the chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream….. BIG BIG BIG SIGH….and not of relief. The romance had officially ended, we broke up and I am so scorned that I slashed all his tires. The chocolate cake tasted like it had a cake mix based and was cooked 10 minutes too long.
The flan was so small I needed bifocals to see it. It was the best thing I ate at that meal (which isn’t saying anything) and it was creamy, but that was it….
The waitress was moderately friendly and the chef came to ask how was everything. I said fine and left it at that, after all, he wasn’t gonna change his recipe on my behalf, but the cuisine definitely didn’t live up to my hot blooded Latina taste buds.
So, as I prepare to nurse my broken heart back to life, I give May St. Café one crown for being cozy and I drop a few tears in agony for being a scorned lover. I need a bag of cookies and a pint of ice cream to heal… or another Latin romance….stay tuned…..