How do you say "oink" in Mongolian?

Gay and I, along with much of convention fandom of the eighties, were introducedto Mongolian BBQ at the Worldcon in Brighton, back in '87.  The restaurant wasonly a couple of blocks from the convention hotel, and hundreds of fans wentthere every night.You have to wonder what the proprietors thought when they saw this small armyof fat hungry people converging on their buffet once a day to tuck in theirdaily five thousand calories.   They can't have made any profit from us.  Themaitre'd maintained a frozen grimace that was not at all inscrutable.That was one of the most pleasant cons ever.  My happiness peaked when I went to a used books store nearby and picked up a copy of _Modern British Poets_.  I didn't realize I still had my name tag on.  The salesman wouldn't take my money -- he said my work had given him such pleasure, he had to make me a gift of the book.  That happens . . . let me see . . . once every 42 years, so far.Joe