05/30/2026
While on a detour through Old Town Florissant during the Valley of Flowers Parade - a detour I happened to make more scenic than anticipated-I had a moment to reflect on its history. With our restaurant’s anniversary approaching, I reminisced about my family’s past, what I believe 60 years of continuous operation represents, and the deep impact it has had on me.
In 1966, Jose Ruiz, a man known never to shy away from any idea—good or bad—came to Florissant. It was a small but fast-growing town, and he thought it would be a good idea to open a restaurant. Restaurants are generally a bad idea if you look at the numbers, but throughout his childhood he had witnessed the power of a good meal and a good story. He knew he could expand on these insights and open an eatery, a social hub, a table.
With the help of his wife Hortensia, a woman of saintly patience who worked tirelessly week after week and year after year, they created a rich environment full of Mexican food and friendly smiles. For twenty years they prepared and conducted a unique dining experience. Guided by the principles of human nature they provided nourishment for the body and spirit.
On May 29, 1987, 21 years after my grandfather’s vision became a reality—my mother Marisa made my own vision of this earth a reality. She and my father Doug had just recently taken over the helm from my grandparents. Growing up, I watched them navigate through turbulent times. I watched them overcome every difficulty every obstacle with austerity and creativity.
My grandparents and parents devoted their lives to this establishment, and in doing so they have intricately woven themselves into the hearts of many individuals across generations. They maintained a tradition and carried the thread that unites us all: a savory meal shared with the ones you care about most.
Through their efforts our table remains. Its function—elevating us from the ground while simultaneously bringing us all down to the same level—is, I think, a beautiful symbol. It represents my family like an altar, holding our offerings, our sacrifices, our souls.
Now, standing here after completing 39 rotations around the sun and enough steps for one pilgrimage to the moon, I am proud and honored to continue traveling along these tile paths to serve you at our table, in my home, for years to come.
John Marshall-Ruiz
