Restaurants in Tulum Pueblo

[Gale in KY]

I would love to see reviews of Tulum Restaurants, with pictures! Something I have noticed while surfing the web on Tulum is lots of info about the Hotel Zone, the Ruins, and not much at all about the town, virtually no pics at all...it would be really kewl to see pictures of the restaurants and services there complete with descriptions of each..perhaps a menu from the restaurants..this alone could give me a good reason to be in Tulum for a month or so!

[barbj050]

will try to post some reviews if we eat in the pueblo ...leaving may 25...

[Gale in KY]

Thanks Barb, if you have photos I would love to see some too! Of all the pics we took, I only got a couple of downtown Tulum, from the car..and none of the restaurants.

[jx2]

Heres a report of someones on a Tulum restaraunt. After reading this we cant wait to try it out.This is in Tulum.This is one of those experiences that can make your whole trip worthwhile.


In the evening we found the Cafe Calypso Maya Cuisine, which we'd spotted earlier in the day, for dinner. It's on a side street off to the east of 307, half a block, but that's far enough to eliminate most of the timid tourist trade - fools. The place was empty. When we asked for the most authentically Mayan food, the waiter and host glanced unreassuringly at each other, then they asked what we wanted, again. We asked for something from the menu, which they didn't have that night. Hmm... "What do you have tonight?" Another glance at each other. Some discussion. "Chicken or fish." Okay. We are always ready for an unexpected adventure in Mexico. In a few moments we reached a decision. "My wife will have chicken, I'll have fish." "How would you like them?" "What are the choices?" Some of all this was in Castellano, some in English (which seemed easy for the waiter.) "The chicken we can make 'empapelado', the fish is Tikin Xik." "Great, and some red wine please." "Of course." Then an Italian couple wandered in at that point, made inquiries while still standing, turned away frowning and walked out. The host made a phone call while the waiter, and in due time, brought a couple of glasses of an excellent cabernet. Soon two women arrived and went into the kitchen, and an elderly man appeared and sat outside for a few minutes then came in and sat at a table near the back of the beautifully thatched palapa. He was given a glass of lemonaide. The women could be heard busy in the kitchen, the microwave beeped a few times, the waiter and host went in and out from time to time. Sizzling pans were heard. The elderly patron observed everything. The waiter entertained us with his life story, which we encouraged, because his English was astoundingly good, although we traded a few como se dice's here and there. He'd taught himself English by reading books available in both languages (great classic literature by the way), comic books, and watching cable TV. His favorite channel was the Discovery Channel. A very intelligent and engaging person, it was a delight to get to know him. The food was served and the two women emerged from the kitchen, sat near the patron, and watched us eat. The food was excellent beyond all expectation! The waiter explained that one of the women, the cook, was his wife. They had three children. "Oh yes, more wine please." Eventually we were done. "Something for dessert?" "What is there, tonight?" "Helados." "Oh. No thank you." The host rushed up with a suggestion, "Bananas fried with brandy." "Flambé?" "Yes, exactly," said the waiter. "Oh I love bananas flambé!" While the patron and the women watched every move -- it seemed we were on stage -- the host prepared the portable stove, the pan, the fruit, the bottles of booze, and with many flourishes and assistance from the waiter, prepared the piece de resistance including a half pound of butter. As the time for the flaming part arrived there were seruptitious glances up and down the street outside, then the host declined to light the fire to avoid the possibility of setting the thatch roof ablaze, which would have also burnt all the roofs of Tulum no doubt. We of course deferred. The bananas were also extremely delicious. "La cuenta, por favor." No, not yet. The host prepared a special final toast for us to share, made from the sauce in the banana pan plus more (unevaporated) brandy, Kahlua, white wine, and other ingredients of his secret recipe and presented us with a tropical aphrodisiac "for the night of romance." Free of charge. What a treat. And it worked. Such a tender memory. Pity the couple who didn't stay.

[Gale in KY]

Awesome, I cannot wait to try this place..so many never venture off of Main St. and look what we are missing!