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After being given a gift card for PF Chang's we decided to leave the bustling culinary action of the city for an adventurous trek to the burbs. Though we did enjoy two of the best mojitos Cleveland has to offer (Asian Pear no less) and some outstanding service, the food here left much to be desired. The hot and sour soup was not bad though a salt bomb, perilous for anyone with blood pressure issues, but the egg drop soup was virtually tasteless and no amount of their ""special sauces"" could impart any flavor whatsoever. In addition it slid down the throat uncomfortably like lukewarm oil coating a wok. The allegedly sushi-grade seared Ahi Tuna appetizer might have once been a fine piece of fish, but after being pre-cooked to a no longer pink center, it arrived at the table limp and listless, spongy in texture and leaning towards grey in color. The flavor was not terrible but a mere shadow of what it might have been if cooked properly. The personable and professional server attributed this to a ""rookie"" in the kitchen and offered to replace our dish. We attributed this problem to the distaste for ""undercooked"" fish so prevalent in the local clientele, thanked him, and decided to forge ahead on our exciting quest for a fine chain dining experience. The real horrors did not begin until the arrival of the main courses. The Kung Pao Scallops had been deep fried to within an inch of their natural consistency, resulting in a dish so high in fat that even the most professional fast food diners might blanche. The sauce was tasty, luring us into eating the dish but leaving us feeling so bad afterwards that we cancelled our plans for a movie and went home to recuperate. The grilled salmon, though somewhat healthier in terms of fat but still dangerously high in sodium, had been cooked into submission with the texture of tenderized leather. Again our excellent waiter tried to give us a piece of correctly cooked fish, but we had had enough by that point and moved on to desert. Later when we tried to spoil our constantly ravenous cat, The Professor, with some of the remaining salmon, which we only took because it comes in such a nice to-go bag, he turned up his nose and looked at us like we were trying to put something over on him. Smart cat - thus the name. Desert was a banana egg roll, which like much of the food tasted OK, at least once we removed the greasy egg roll wrappers from the unassuming bananas, but was so shockingly high in fat and calories that it seemed like we could taste each gram going down. We did not finish the dish for which our arteries thanked us later. We know that virtually no one chooses a dining experience based on calorie count and saturated fat levels, but when McDonalds seems like a healthy alternative, something is indeed amiss. So if fast food is your thing and real Chinese food is too scary, indulge yourself in the hybrid experience of this suburbanized Chinese fast food chain, otherwise there are far better choices all around the city.
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