In the mid-90s I spent a week in Mongolia. I was a child, and a somewhat picky eater so that may have clouded my judgement, but I thought the food was very bad. I remember that every meal involved some kind of yoghurt, which I think may have been made from horse or yak milk and in hindsight I now think was mildly alcoholic. I loved yoghurt, I hated that stuff. Indeed, I ended up subsisting on crisp packets, apples and fasting for the last few days, and the fact my parents allowed this said a lot about what they thought of the food.
In the mid-90s I spent a week in Mongolia. I was a child, and a somewhat picky eater so that may have clouded my judgement, but I thought the food was very bad. I remember that every meal involved some kind of yoghurt, which I think may have been made from horse or yak milk and in hindsight I now think was mildly alcoholic. I loved yoghurt, I hated that stuff. Indeed, I ended up subsisting on crisp packets, apples and fasting for the last few days, and the fact my parents allowed this said a lot about what they thought of the food.