There is no escape for me. I arrived late Friday (I mean really late) – famished, nothing open, flop into bed…coma. I woke up and flipped through the hotel book – the first thing I see is P.F.CHANG’S MYRTLE BEACH. Life can be such a cruel mistress (this sound better if you think it with a French accent!). Having just come off one of the best of times in my business travels at the P.F. Chang’s Maple Grove (see blog post), to be smacked right in the jaw with another – why its like Ground Hog Day. Now I am compelled to investigate further. [I am also moving toward the realization that it might be possible for me to visit every P.F. Chang’s in the known universe]. Stay on the scene for the review during my week at the beach. Menu will no doubt be familiar, but it will have to be over the top to match Maple Grove. The people…?
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