Flash forward to '010. A place to meet up in or around Sandy is needed, a place with food and entertainment. The Mayan is suggested. Enthusiastic texts are exchanged. A dream, or maybe a curiosity, is set in motion to come true.
Behold, the majesty of the May Adventure!
The feeling I got was the Mayan was teetering on the edge of irrelevance and disrepair...things were okay, but so close to not being okay. That's the feeling I got.
For example, I'm sure these characters talked at some point. Maybe they only turn them on when the lobby is packed? Or maybe it had slipped the front room staff's attention? I mean, it was news to them when we told them the sign on the door said the restaurant was closed.
But right as we were seated in the not-exactly-empty but by no means bustling restaurant (at a table mysteriously distant from the action even though several front row tables were available) one of their cliff diving shows went into full swing.
If you just chill out about it it's kind of fun, it's entertaining, and the loud smacks the divers make as they enter the water certainly sound painful.
So the food? Not nearly as bad as I had feared it would be, in fact, probably at least as good as Chilis. I mean, they did bring me the wrong tacos, but my rice was surprisingly delicious (too bad I didn't come for the rice) and the chips and salsa extremely addictive.
Post-dinner, a bit of the exploring. The restaurant is really tall and there's so much seating. In it's glory days, which, I don't know, maybe still exist (it was only a Tuesday night after all) it must have gotten awful crowded in there.