Omaha wasn’t the destination, but where we caught the plane. We happened across Omaha Old Market when looking for a nice hotel near enough to something, yet close enough to the airport for an early flight.
Welllll… my girlfriend left her purse in the restaurant. And guess what? The purse had her tickets, her wallet, her ID, so no way to fly home. Oh, and this was 4th of July weekend, so the place was locked tight.
We got to learn a bit about the Omaha Old Market community and Nebraska friendliness. We asked around, and were helped by one person then the next, and then the next. We ended up meeting a golf partner of one of the friends of the owners, and even some other friends that we can’t share stories about. Eventually, we managed to find out where the restaurant owners were and how to reach them. We left messages and waited.
Finally, a friend of the owners showed up, got the purse out of the vault, and got it to us in time to make the trip home.
In the process, we discovered that Omaha Old Market is a really great place, with some very interesting people. Oh, and the food’s great!