Saturday was a bit of a whirlwind. Both my husband and I had a long list of things we wanted to accomplish and we had had a busy and stressful week, so we were a little irritable. We took off early in the morning to make a few stops on our way to watch my niece play basketball. My brother is the coach of her team, my dad the scorekeeper and my mom is the number one fan. We knew that we could see most of my family with one stop.
My niece's game happened to be in Osage City. My family has a long history in this town. My mom grew up here and my dad worked in the community for many, many years. As a kid, my brother and I would spend time with our grandparents over the summer months. Trips to the swimming pool on hot summer days and to the drug store for cherry phosphates were something I always enjoyed.
Even with all of this history, it is a rare occasion that I actually make it to Osage. But, Saturday was the chance to reminisce and discover some new finds.
Market Street is the main street in town and there are some cute little places to eat and shop. My new find is Mama Rita's. The family that owns and operates the restaurant know my parents and have been in the community for generations. After the game, my mom, my husband and I went to grab a bite to eat.
We had a great meal - homemade tortillas, generous portions, and great flavors. The menu was really extensive and many of the dishes are named after the owners' family members. The prices were phenominal!
I also loved some of the decor, including the Day of the Dead table covering (shown above) and the lovely historic building.
Check out the pressed tin ceiling and the really cool wall color.
While it has been ages since I have seen anyone from Mama Rita's family, I was recognized as my parent's daughter right away. It feels really good to go "home" and to have such a warm reception. Small town Kansas is the best.