it immediately felt like home.
“we need to behave, we have guests!" they exclaimed as we walked into the peruvian establishment located in the heart of fountain square.
we took a four-top on the side of the restaurant (one of only 8 available tables) and were immediately welcomed by Mama Irma herself, a soft spoken woman with beautiful eyes that captivated attention.
drink orders were taken, peruvian beers (cusquena) soon served & within minutes, we were awaiting our ceviche, arroz de chaufa, lomo saltado, picante de mariscos & seco de res.
as the four of us sat discussing our day, Mama Irma’s extended family of 12 celebrated her youngest’s birthday (a very happy 21st to her youngest of 5!). seeing as it was exclusively us & them in the close quarters, we couldn’t help but become fast friends.
at least 4 times during dinner, we commented about the warm environment, the genuine goodness of the people, & the deliciousness of the cuisine. it became quite clear that their hearts & souls are very much apart of every detail within those four walls.
before last night, i had never visited Mama Irma’s, but as we exited with full bellies & content spirits, we all agreed we’d definitely be coming back—
how can we not? at some point, you have to go back home.