Maple is a new food delivery service that seems to have consumed everyone in my office, except for me. Today, I decided to give it a try.
Maple has a website, but really it’s better in app form. Download it.
This is the home screen, right when you open it for the first time. Click “get started”.
So far, so easy. Just pop in your email.
You don’t even have to open your email to confirm a link.
So far, this entire process has taken roughly three minutes. This could be the fastest way to get food outside of actually using your feet.
Except, if it’s 1am, which it was when I registered. No late night drunk food purchases here.
Fast forward a few hours, it’s now lunchtime. My generous coworker Lacey Donohue, a veteran Mapler, was gracious enough to send me a coupon code good for one Maple meal up to $15.00. Nice!
Select your meal, delivery time, and wait.
Now, this is where things get tricky. You can’t follow your food like you would an incoming Uber driver, nor does Maple text you witty updates about your food’s preparation process. You just have to wait, patiently, for some time.
And then, a message I’ve been waiting for all day came through. “Maples are here.” I ran to our reception desk greeted by a wonderful smile from Sarah, Gawker’s receptionist. Hi Sarah!
My bag! My very own Maple bag! I’ve seen them around the office for weeks—it’s exterior brown, paper, and ordinary wrapped in a single Maple banner—wondering what sort of unfamiliar-to-me extraordinary cuisine lie inside.
Since Maple is delivery-only, that means you’ll probably eat it while working, and that’s exactly what I did. Here, the spread on my desk represents the contents of the Maple bag.
A paper container for your utensils is excessive. Maple is all about the packaging.
On top, the broccoli which accompanied my General Tso’s tofu over spinach rice, bottom.
The tofu was surprisingly good, and this is coming from a guy who doesn’t really like it in the first place. The textured exterior of the tofu was kind of strange, though, since it likely resembled the container it was formed in. Look past that, however, and your palate is met with a soft, not chewy, consistency from the tofu.
The scallions in the General Tso’s sauce provided a nice textured contrast to the otherwise expected consistency of the rice, however I couldn’t even finish the broccoli. It was far, far too salty.
Which is fine, because when you inevitably throw away the containers (and some of your food), you don’t have to feel bad about it. They’re made from certified compostable plant fiber.
Finally, for dessert, maple sends along a soft-baked sugar cookie by sugar goddess Christina Tosi. It is as delicious as you would expect it to be.
So in conclusion, Maple is an adequate meal for those days where you just can’t possibly leave the office, or be bothered to think about where to get lunch from. It’s a meal to have in a pinch, not something to be pinched-while-eating-it. I’ll take my $12, my two feet, and brave the streets of NYC over Maple any day. You should too.