Mongolian BBQ for GCQ

ROSE, lustfully: "Marco..."

The Three Stars of Atelier Crenn wilted during its 642-kilometer journey from San Francisco to Malibu Beach while in Chicago, Gaggan and Pujul conferred over Alinea's surreal menu on whether Bangkok should relocate to Kolkata and Mexico City move in Oaxaca to justify their fame of being the gold standard in Indian and Mexican cuisines, respectively, like what DOM stands for Brazil in Sao Paolo and Hisa Franko for Slovenia.   

CHARLIE HARPER, annoyed: "Polo."

Master Polo cringed inside the Khan's ger, his senses dulled by too much airag but conscious enough to smell Princess Khutulun sitting on his face and feel the wet warmth of Princess Kokachin impaled in his loins while Hundred Eyes and the Chancellor duel in the steppe between Khanbaliq and Karakorum as Mei Lin and Empress Chabbi feasted on Five Snouts and lick each other's crevice in honor of Baloc's Knights Templar.

In the Cenral Plains, the Phantom Rider and his Mongolian iron horse chase after the cheap burger of White Castle but found whiskey instead because McDonald's started in 1948, Shakey's in 1954 and Chowking in 1985 but will only open at 8 am for take-outs.