Today I went to PF Changs Restaurant with some friends for good food and good times.
Excuse me. That was the worst opening sentence that I’ve ever written. Let me try this again.
Today I went to PF Changs with my posse to obliterate some food, using only my teeth and my digestive system.
That was much better…
This was my first time going to this restaurant, but it was highly recommended by my sister, who is a food connoisseur (or maybe she’s just greedy—I’m not sure). I went a little overboard with my hunger and I ordered two mixed drinks and a large meal, but I paced myself and demolished the meal in a polite manner.
After conquering the main course we ordered dessert, which was served in a shot glass. My strawberry shortcake shot was approximately the size of seven quarters stacked on top of one another, but oh my was it GOOD! As soon as I started to really enjoy the dessert it was finished and the portion was too small to make its way down my esophagus; therefore, it was a 0 calorie meal. How’s that for diet food!!
All in all, the food was great, but I did NOT appreciate the weird chef staring at me through the kitchen window with a weird serial-killer look on his face. It made me very uncomfortable, to say the least, and I don’t even want to think about what he might’ve done to my food.