We went to a Mongolian ~BBQ in Beijing. It consisted of lots of very thin slithers of bison or camel or something, plus veggies and so on, which you picked up in your chopsticks and cooked in the pot of boiling broth which was on the table, a kind of Mongolian fondue. It was great.
Thje restuarant had all the ambiance of an Aberdeen Steak House in its heyday, with a lingering smell of burnt fat. Though only one other table was occupied the guy at the desk made a great song and dance about finding our booking.
The kids really enjoyed choosing their own food and watching a friendly Hungarian cook it. But despite their being three other staff, he could not rouse a waiter when our foob was ready so we collected it ourselves.
My son was dumbstruck when the Asian looking lady confirmed that she was actually Mongolian. I explained that Ghengis Khan was his hero, and she said, nicely, "Thank You". However said son enthusiasitcally took her advice and examined the varous Mongolian photos, artifacts and pictures on the walls.
Service issues continued when it became clear that the waiter did not understand what 'free refill' printed on the soft drinks menu actually meant, and had to go to find someone to translate for him. The food was OK, as the meat and veg were fresh. But brocolli does not BBQ well. The Mongolian flatbread was nice, but they were out of prawn crackers. (Does Mongolia have a coastline?) .
By this time we could not face a Mongolian pudding......Blackberry and Apple Crumble, since you asked.....
We were then serously undercharged, but owned up. Noone objected when we deducted the service charge. In short it was not good, but the staff were very sweet. The kids loved it and want to go back.
We headed for Patisserie Valerie for pud. My son said their chocolate cake was "almost too good.."