P.F. Chang's

Exceptional Service and Impeccable Asian Delights

On a recent jaunt to PF Chang’s nestled at the heart of London, I found myself enveloped in a symphony of sizzles and aromatic serenades. The place buzzes with an energy akin to a well-timed Broadway curtain rise. If you're planning a grand gastronomic parade, this joint might just float your boat. Sprawling tables brimmed with an eager clientele, the familiar but tantalising aroma of Mongolian beef playing cupid to one's appetite. Of note—the crispy honey shrimp was a siren call no diner could resist. Shruthi, our cheerful guide through the menu’s labyrinth, kindly led me down her most picturesque paths with recommendations worth penning down: a bouncy dynamite shrimp and robust Mongolian beef made fearsome contenders at any dining table.

While some area choices on the culinary map seem to court one’s taste buds with lesser zeal, here, the food arrives mercilessly delicious, albeit occasionally accompanied by the not-so-welcome guest—deafening noise levels and somewhat flustered staff pacing around like waltzing flame-proof cats. Nevertheless, titans among food served at will, albeit with some minor hiccups amidst enthusiastic waits. As my fortune held, a chap named Nethaji swung by gracefully, elevating our visit from mildly pleasant to notably memorable—exhibiting savoir-faire that skirted like a showman toning a slightly out-of-turn orchestra back in line. By night's end, I'd left the premises not only fed but buoyed, swearing whispery oaths of return familiarity to Shruthi's infectious smile holding promises of yet another stellar night out amidst London's Chinatown lights. — Milo Tastemaker