A village cafeteria. One you can’t see from the street. You have to ask people, and we’re now experts at that. We stopped here twice : once on our way to Tsetserleg, and once a couple days later, back down from the mountain we couldn’t cross. But no regrets! It’s a good place. We left with 6 or 7 hard boiled eggs for supper (on purpose. Not like the time we ended up with 7 fried eggs when we had asked for 4 !)