Our story
Maya’s Café is a love letter to cooking and to family. Virgil didn’t start with a big budget, a chain behind him or a glossy plan. He started with a pan, a stubborn belief that food should be fresh and generous, and the people he loves cheering him on. The café is named for his daughter, Maya a promise that what’s served here will always be something we’d be proud to serve at home.
Those early days were all graft: pre-dawn market runs, saving every penny, and learning the quirks of an old grill that had seen better years. Virgil cooked the way he was taught simple, honest food, done properly — and every plate that left the pass had to make someone’s day a little better. Word spread. Neighbours brought neighbours. Regulars became friends.
Today, the rhythm is the same: fresh ingredients, cooked from scratch, portions that leave you happy, and a welcome that’s real. If you pop in at opening, you’ll still catch Virgil checking the sausages, tasting the gravy, and reminding the team that nothing leaves the counter unless it’s something he’d proudly put in front of his own family. That’s the standard. That’s the point.
From nothing to a warm corner of Northfield Trade Centre, Maya’s Café was built one breakfast at a time. We’re proud of that. And whether you’re here for a full English, a jacket potato done right, or just a cuppa and a chat — you’re very welcome.