Got off the interstate for gas and a bite in the middle of a mid-May snowstorm. None of the freeway close oldish looking fast food places seemed inviting so we drove a mile or so into Salina. We'd entered a time warp . . . back to the 40's and 50's. This comment goes for the town . . . and for Mom's.
Mom's is everything the name connotes: Warm, friendly, staffed with too many employees who seem to be really happy working together, dead and dying plants in an inside planter box, old pictures of "Mom" and her friends adorn a wall . . . and lot's of locals enjoying what appears to be the best place in town. Our meals were fine, nothing to brag about except that Mom's chicken noodle soup might be to die for, especially on a snowy day. I ordered a bowl, received a cup, no explanation when I inquired--perhaps they ran out.
It just happened to be Mother's Day which probably explains the seemingly excessive number of happy employees. Anne, who is a mother, received a mini pink frosted cupcake to commemorate her day. Nice touch.
All in all it was a good experience . . . who'd a thunk you could go back in time. And about those "scones," as a previous reviewer made clear they are not. I noticed a couple at the next table tackling something that looked like large deep fried dumplings. I couldn't help but ask them what it was, both chuckled and told me it was called a scone but one that didn't resemble any scone they had ever seen. One came as a dessert with the wife's meal so the husband decided he should order one. I followed suit. It seemed to have a heritage that included a beignet, a sopaipilla and/or Navajo fry bread . . . actually a deep fried dumpling would be a good collective term. As for the ersatz honey concoction served with it, don't read the label. These scones don't need additional fat, but some pure honey would have been nice.
We were both glad that we had visited Mom's.