Wow. A year ago. Time flies.
Anyways, it was Champ's pick two times back, and she went with a pho (Vietnamese rice noodle soup) place on Baga Toiruu, across from Namaste. I have no idea what it's called, but it was amazing. As Engrish and I walked through the door the delicate aromas of lemongrass and whatever the hell else they put in pho hit our olfactory nerves, and decided for most of us that we were having either the chicken or beef pho. We haven't been so similar in our choices since the night we went to German Doner.
Engrish also had a salad, because apparently she's part rabbit. It smelled amazing, and I may have snaked a couple of bites off her plate. It had a really lovely citrusy/sesame-ey flavor, and I also may have been scooping little sips of dressing off her plate after she finished. It was delicious food....however, the point was made that pho is not all that satisfying. At least not on a warm day in Mongolia.