Omaha Old Market

I think I fell in love when I first visited here, I loved the little shops and the boutiques. For all of my life I thought the only places I could go to shop was Oakview mall, but now I have discovered this, and now it’s one of my dreams to own a little store there.

I loved it. When I went to Omaha to visit my mom’s friend I wasn’t expecting much but I feel in love with it. I can’t wait to go back.

i remember coming here as a kid. we went to godfather’s pizza, the antiquarium bookstore, there was that italian place in a street car, some horrible caricature artist in a beret, the park with the slides, this cool record store with comic books in the basement. i drove back through recently, obviously a lot has changed in the 12 years it’s been since i lived in bellevue.

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!