So you walk into the joint - and yes, it really is a "joint" - and the host seats you with a drink, some rice, bread of the flatbread variety, tea and choice of soup. Then you walk up to the line where you can serve yourself some meats, sauces, noodles and vegetables. This is all you can fit on your large bowl. Mister Mongolian (am I allowed to say that in Amerika today?) then cooks it up fantastic on the Grille of Heat and it is PLENTY. All for less than $15. Maroon Bells Ice Cream (*****) right around the corner.
So, this isn't where you take your wife on Valentines Day. BUT despite the grim interior the food is excellent and the experience authentic.
Means "delicious." Bon apetit.
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