I hate, hate, hate the P. F. Chang’s restaurant in Bridgeport Village, Tualatin, OR. My admittedly harsh reaction stems from an attempted visit last Spring, when they misled my family about the waiting time for a table. They originally told us it’d be a 45 minute wait. Over 90 minutes later, when we still hadn’t been seated (and we’d watched 4 or 5 groups give up and leave before being seated ahead of us), we left in a huff. The manager told us we had an hour more before being seated. I swore I’d never go back, and that I’d tell my story of total disappointment to everyone I knew.

I bet the people who got sick there yesterday won’t be going back, either.

“Would you like a side of explosive pants-shitting with your Crispy Spring Rolls?”

“Oh yes, two orders, please!”

Consider yourself warned, people: P. F. Chang’s = AWFUL.

Schadenfreude!