Secret Sauce at PeiWei

Anyone who knows me knows that I have found true love. At PeiWei, of all places. That is an exaggeration, I know. Because who can love a sauce? Can you take long walks on the beach with scallions? Can you go to the movies with flank steak? Can you write poetry about crushed peanuts that dance on top of pad thai?

... Yes.

And I have. Everyone's favorite dish seems to be the Mongolian Beef. Merari and I were eating it last week, and I commented on how amazing it is. I asked her, "What is it about the sauce that makes Mongolian Beef so incredible?" And she flatly replied, "Well, you know, they use real Mongolians to make this. That's how it gets its name. Mongolians died so we could have this dish."

Such sacrifice. What I wanna know is, Merari, where in the world in Mongolia?