Peanut butter of the sea

It sounded good when the chef called it like that. I like peanut butter and I love the sea. It can't be that bad. But actually it's still eggs of a star fish looking like snot. Why would anybody eat such a scandalously tasting thing? Because you're at the Mona Market and people do crazy stuff around here.

Welcome to MoMa, where coffee is called CoMa and God and his mistress have their own parking spots. Where chocolate records are being played and eaten, blue painted men are doing acrobatics and naked girls are hanging around like spiders in their red webbs. And best of all: it's normal here. Even I feel normal here! Home sweet home.