So I get to Omaha, and the first thing I see upon hitting the tarmac is snow. Lots of it. Now as a native snow bunny from the far northern reaches of arctic Ohio, this does not scare me. It does however make me crave comfort food. Which I found in the form of Fazoli’s baked spaghetti with meatballs. I dug in and immediately felt all the burdens of the day just roll off my shoulders. Well that might be a bit dramatic, but it did make me feel pretty darn cozy. It also helped having the world’s friendliest people serving me my food. I never take that for granted these days. As a road weary travel warrior, a friendly face and a pile of spaghetti make all the difference.