Condolences to all of Omar's family, friends and fans. i was so upset by this news that it took me this long to post something here regarding this awful tragedy. i also need to thank pairs4life for the hugs and words of wisdom

as i cried like a baby at work the day after
i read that NYT article and saw the question "how often do you want to eat that food?" i wanted to eat there as much as i could! my first visit to Moto happened shortly after it opened. the staff wore black lab coats back then,and i was slightly afraid of what i would be eating. after that first experience, i only wanted to eat there. the amount of fun and weirdness spoke volumes to me and i quickly became a huge fan of Omar. i made donut pancakes and pizza soup at home. my husband and I spent our birthdays and anniversaries there. one night after dinner we hung outside while he and Ben played with their new flamethrower. we became casual friends and got to go to some special in house events there, and at Otom and Ing. when my dad was diagnosed with cancer Omar gave me armfuls of Mberry to help with aftermath of his treatment. he was very good to us, generous and kind. i was, and remain a huge fan, and will miss seeing him at my next Moto visit.
my favorite Moto visit wasn't actually dinner, but one year on my birthday i was invited to come back and have a "chef for a day" experience. like Cathy, i had to sign a NDA, but got to spend the day in the Moto kitchen. my husband and i showed up there in our own chef coats. Omar said we were the first people to ever do that, and proceeded to crack jokes, but more importantly, make the day fun and educational for us! we loved every minute, but when dinner service started, stuff got real! it was a silly, positive yet productive work environment, but surely the stress is inevitable. we it made us really question our day to day careers. seeing how hard they work to perfect their craft was an eye opening experience. much respect to all of you in this line of work, it's tough stuff. (sorry y'all, i tried not to ramble on, but failed!)