Luna Maya

The highlight was the spicy guacamole, chips & salsa. The tamales were a bit too greasy & seemed rushed. The food I can forgive, but the service is what really affected my first experience here. Last week, two of us arrived around 8:50p (they close at 10) for a quick birthday bite before going to another spot open later. A few servers flew by the host stand, gave me & my friend the "once over" in passing and I guess prayed to themselves that we didn't end up in their sections. After a few more moments of that, a server with an arm full of plates came from outside seeming a bit flustered, looked at us (no greeting), then scoured the floor map to find a table. I politely mentioned there was a clean two top beyond a few people near the back wall. She scoffed that the area was no longer being seated. A moment later the very cheerful hostess arrived & found us a seat not far from where I pointed out as the waitress seemed to influence her decision (it's not a large dining area, but the tables were less than 10ft apart). 20 minutes into our visit, I glance over & see two people sitting at the exact table I spoke of earlier. I asked our waiter what the deal was. He said the waitresses switched & one was willing to stay later in order to serve her sister. I asked "So as long as you're family you can bend the rules?" He lamented that it's just the circumstance that allowed the couple to sit there. Now all of this isn't just me crying over a table. I'm a cancer patient & currently have a PCA pump connected to my arm that was malfunctioning, I wanted to sit in the corner away from others while I tried to fix it. Away from stares (as I needed to pull out a few tools), away from people assuming I'm some sickly person they don't want near their food, as well as limiting my interactions with open air coughs etc. while my IV was exposed. Please don't assume going to the bathroom would have been better when poop particles are constantly floating around & my mobility (walking/standing for extended periods) is substantially limited. It's painful to take more than 10+ steps, but I try not to let it affect my social life. Once I informed my server on my issue and revealed the tubes concealed by my hoodie & clothing, he began to apologize. I told him it's not his fault. He offered to let me speak to the manager, I refused. What's the point in forcing someone who doesn't want anything to do with you to serve you? Or to admonish her in the moment? It's not going to change how she felt about us. We're just a tip she can make up in due time. A few bucks she was clearly willing to sacrifice to supplement her ego. Funnily enough I'm pretty sure she also didn't want to deal with us bc of the way we were dressed. Not to make it a race thing, but maybe she thought we wouldn't be able to tip her appropriately. Hmm, idk, ask the server if we tipped him appropriately or not. Am I willing to give this place a second chance? Most definitely. Will I be as docile as I was the first time if I'm treated the same way? Definitely not.