We decide to dine at a place in our hood tonight - Fabula. It reminds us of a hip restaurant from home with modern art, dark walls and electronica playing softly in the background. Then we get the menus -- no English translations available and nada English speaking person to be found. One teen suggests we just close our eyes and order whatever our finger lands on, a sort of Spanish roulette, but we're not brave enough to pull the trigger. Then we have a brainstorm! We'll use the translator on my Apple iphone to decode the menu. The iphone can do no wrong.
First menu item: Tartare de boletus y aquacate con naranja de sangre y carbineros salteados.