I'm not sure how I feel about dining at Koto.
On the one hand, an onion was set on fire.
On the other, this man threw a piece of zucchini at my head.
But Chris's mom, or maybe it's Chris's stepsister, likes to eat there, so we go from time to time. On our next visit I'm going to bring my own little pocketful of chopped vegetables and that guy is going to PAY.