Omaha - I think Warren Buffet's stalking me

Instead of spending the week before Big Game near Stanford, like I should have, I spent it in Omaha putting on a conference for work (I only get the most glamorous assignments, no?). We stayed in the hotel across the street from the convention center, which is about half a mile from literally everything else in Omaha, which was less than fun given the temperature. However, I still enjoyed walking down to the Old Market district, the "hip" part of Omaha, and eating at a place called The Twisted Fork. After that we walked across the bridge behind the conference center to Iowa, which was across the river. It only took us about half an hour to walk around the conference center and get to Iowa (not an exaggeration, that place is huge). The first setup day of the conference we were eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant, which was fairly empty and who happened to be sitting 20 feet away? Warren Buffet, the Oracle of Omaha. And then we passed him in the crosswalk after lunch that day. Later in the week we ate at a restaurant called The Boiler Room, which I'm convinced is the best restaurant in Omaha.