Perhaps if we hadn't been eating up and down the Riviera Mayan coast all week leading up to our dinner here, my experience may be been different. We headed to Arca for our first evening, on a tip from our hotel concierge. We enjoyed a stroll under an almost supermoon and as we walked up, we saw a restaurant that is charming and rustic alike. The dim lighting was nice, the hostess, aloof. The atmosphere of the restaurant went much the same, at first enchanting with warm lighting, candles and great music - but then pretentious in staff, service and menu.
We sat and explored the menu, and I was a little underwhelmed- it lacked fresh salads and then viewing the big brick oven in the back of the restaurant, which promised some great grilled varieties, alas not much in the way of grilled meats or flatbreads, grilled vegetables, etc... It made for a long decision process in ordering, meanwhile the server buzzed around us; I need a little space when ordering, so that's a little uncomfortable. Before all that, though, we ordered drinks, and I tried their chili margarita with Mezcal in hopes of something spicy. It was good, but I asked if she could kick the spice up a notch with jalapeno or something; it just sufficed in spice.
On to food, we ordered the sourdough bread and the sardines to start. The bread was quite good. The sardines were briny and salty and also quite good, but served with a pita-type chip. The pairing was actually, for me, inedible. What was DELICIOUS though was the sardine, on the buttered sourdough bread- so make sure you order both and mix the two. The pita chips become a throw away without a dip for flavor, but it's worth it to switch in the bread butter.
For entrees, the fella ordered the roasted fish of the day (yellowtail tuna); I went for the suckling pig via recommendation of our server. His fish was good, the skin was not crisped up enough, and we all know a sticky half crisp skin is no bueno. The highlight of his dish was the cauliflower puree- would totally order that as a side dish if they allowed.
The suckling pig overwhelmed in cumin, very tender, just not the flavor I was feeling that evening. The side salad was a welcome refreshing cut through the cumin, for sure. I stuck to the salad (I believe it was a lentil or bulgur type salad with fresh herbs, very good.) The weirdest thing of the night though, was this sort of crisped skin on top of the pork, it was crisped to a pulp. I mean almost-broke-a-tooth-hard-as-a-ROCK crisp, most disappointing because who doesn't LOVE a perfectly crisped piece of pork skin. I'm honestly not even quite sure what this inedible thing was.
On to a drink that was not the one I ordered, but they insisted it was the same one I'd had before, a check that didn't match my experience or my hunger and the feeling of something crawling on both of our feet (since we sat in the rocks). Although I'd say I'm an adventurous type- this wasn't really my cup of tea on the adventure scale. It was top of the list for least-favorite-experience on our Tulum trip. read more