Through all the traveling I have done in my life I never fallen prey to the allure of resorts. They struck as bourgeois playgrounds for the wealthy or elderly who wanted to leave home and never encounter the city they are visiting. To me, resorts have always been a man’s way of saying, “look honey, we can go to Thailand and still hang out with white people.” My opinion was vanquished upon my arrival at Hotel Maya, a resort that is thoughtful, inspired and as inclusive to its guests as the community it resides in.
Situated on the waterfront in Long Beach the Hotel Maya is a new name on a long standing location. Formerly Coast, this resort was built in the 1970’s and changed hands a number of times. At one point it was even a Travel Lodge, yeah the company who tried to appeal to you with a sleepwalking bear. Now I’m only poking fun here, because the less than impressive former owners of the property stand in an almost ironic contrast to what exists today.
All this and still haven’t gotten to my room yet. The layout at the resort has separate buildings of guest rooms or pods as they’re called. When walking up to my room I couldn’t help but notice the 70s building style. As impressed as I was with everything so far, I feared that my room might not have lost the feeling of hotel owners past. When I opened my door and said aloud, “there’s no way this was ever a Travel Lodge.” The room made good use of space and the design was very clean, yet indicative of a tribute to a 500 year old Mexican civilization, tricky. Colors were mostly neutral, but some brightly colored accents were added as well. The trapezoid shaped mirror on the wall had the thick wooded frame that came out off the wall about six inches resembling the doorway to a Mayan temple. The wall along the bed had bright colored planters with aloe vera, which I liked. The view of the ocean was nice as I watched the sun setting on Long Beach at the side of my view.
Exploring the grounds I had the sudden realization that I was incredibly relaxed. I felt like I was wearing noise reducing headphones and just had a profound massage. So this is what resorts do. I walked over to a patio on the waterfront and took a seat under a giant magnetically controlled umbrella that shifts to the wind. While there I had a sublime margarita with honey that was so good that I took a sip and ordered another one right away. I also sampled some lobster tacos and steak that I swore was marinated in the very tequila I was drinking.
I took it easy on the appetizers as I knew a meal of grand proportions was headed my way that evening. To be certain I would have the hunger to match what I expected to be a feast, I went on a walk about Long Beach for a bit. I must say the town some refer to as the working man’s beach town is really on the rise.
The first course was a lobster cilantro soft taco. This taco was not in a tortilla, but rather a thoughtful and inspired cilantro crepe. The lobster was sweet, succulent and seasoned with a Mole Amarillo that gave a subtle boost in flavor that didn’t dare attempt to upstage the lobster.
Next I had a remarkable chipotle black bean soup with fried corn tortilla. I don’t mind the tortilla in my soup, but in this case I wish they would have abstained. The soup was the consistency of a thick broth as the beans were cooked down completely, the combination of the spicy hot and temperature hot made this soup so fulfilling.
Closing out the dinner was a platter featuring shrimp brouchettes, chicken poblano and guajillo lamb chops. The giant shrimp was skewered and grilled with light seasonings. The roasted chicken poblano was coated in a thick green verde style sauce that brought just the right amount of heat. Best of all was the lamb chops which were marinated in pineapple and spices and blackened on the outside with an almost cool center allowing a crisp coating with a tender juicy inside.
Driving home the next day after an unbelievable brunch at Fuego I wasn’t sure if I needed to go to my car or the airport to get home. I have never felt so blissfully far from home in my own city. At an hour’s drive, I will be returning to this urban retreat on the water very soon.
Hotel Maya700 Queensway Dr Long Beach, CA 90802 (562) 435-7676Quick Links
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