A slice of sea bass was contained in this heated (NASA) plastic, along with a tomatillo-based sauce. Cooked while we ate some other courses. The paprika gave off a delectable aroma. Review of our meal (D's birthday celebration - I had the wine pairing, which means 18 glasses of wine, yikes, still recovering) forthcoming, but here's a snippet about Moto www.b12partners.net/mt/archives/2005/02/moto_rising.html
Your humble narrator chows down on the patent-pending edible dollar, which tasted like a Chicago Char-dog.
Moto wall. bamboo and shallowness of my memory
Tags: Chicago, /restaurant
