Buddha’s Belly. The Monster likes nothing about this. Parked on level hell in the Santa Monica lot. A guy ten feet in front of The Monster does not hold the elevator so now it’s seven flights walking downstairs with the accompanying urine aroma.
It’s a menu of “pan-Asian’ tripe. Not one thing sounds authentic. Do people in “Pan-Asia” eat at restaurants called “Bland America?” That’s how The Monster feels right now.
They are a very green restaurant using cooking oil for bio-diesel vehicles and even going so far as installing energy saving switches. That does not make the food palatable. But it does make The Monster feel better about being here.
And everyone is so friendly. Both the maitre de and our waitress are super nice. So there is that. But that does not make the food taste good.
And the people watching is worth the price of admission. Windows overlook Broadway and Second and it’s a veritable cornucopia of interesting passersby. Does not help the kitchen cook however.
Make the mistake of ordering scallops with purple mashed potatoes and asparagus. The Monster eats it all. Yikes. Mistake. And this is a recommendation of our waitress. Can only imagine how the chicken dish would have tasted. The Monster will never find out.
The Monster’s companion orders up some chicken curry. Here it is in all its splendor…
Why go? You think PF Chang’s is awesome.
Monster rating: 1 ½/5 Monsters
Santa Monica, CA 90401