When Mt. Everest Restaurant & Bar opened late last year, I had high hopes that it would be a true Tibetan-Nepalese restaurant, with a board full of blood sausage, yak, water buffalo and all the other exotic, high-altitude animals.
At the very least, I was looking for momo, Nepalese dumplings, or thupka, bowls of soup brimming with fat, chewy noodles.
As I sped down Sheridan to the strip mall that houses Mt. Everest, thoughts of gamey meat and other specialties had me salivating. But when I got to base camp, I found a few of those dishes... but I also made another discovery.
Find out what -- and how -- it was when the review is posted here tomorrow.
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