P. F. Chang’s

The food here is so distant from authentic Chinese as to make my stomach churn. Over salty, all the sauces taste the same (soy based), and it’s over priced. The only good thing about this P. F. Chang’s are the fake horse statues outside. If you crave authentic Chinese, try the (alas overpriced) Dragon Restaurant at the Hilton hotel, east of fün. Taksim metro exit.

Eating at P.F. Chang’s is like drinking a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks — a little overpriced, but worth it because it reminds me so much of home.
I’ve eaten very little chinese or asian-​influenced food in Istanbul, so it’s hard for me to compare the quality of my meal to what is available here.
The food was fresh and the menu was the service was top notch. If you are from the states and want a taste of home, or if you want to try something different from the commonly available turkish cuisine– I recommend coming here. I will definitely be back.
My meal:
Glass of Pinot Grigio rose from Venice: 30TL
Cup of egg drop soup: 12TL
Kung Pao Chicken: 36TL
Fortune cookie: complimentary

Pretty much PF Changs from America. The prices are a bit higher but the serve and ambience is good! I recommend getting the lettuce wraps and orange chicken.

Gotta love P.F. Chang’s! When compared to what they offer in the States, the menu is practically the same. The food taste almost the same. The waiters are even courteous enough to give you detailed information about what it is that you are eating. The price? It is way higher than that of it in the States and this is what I really hate about chain restaurants’ Turkish branches. An average middle class restaurant comes here and becomes a celebrity hot spot. Can’t say that I won’t go there again cause I love P.F. Chang’s!

You can’t really have anything against a place that serves Dynamite Shrimps. It would probably be reason enough to be sent to hell or something even more unpleasant. A cup full of deep fried battered shrimps, soaked in a mildly spicy sauce — you don’t like that stuff, you should see a doctor or a psychiatrist. I would call it much more sane if you’d order one cup for starters, one for main, and one for dessert.
But then you would miss the marinated beef New York style. I tasted a slice from my colleague’s plate and thought — damn, I should have ordered that. Nicely marinated, really good meat, juicy inside, crisp on the outside — a clear winner too. Not that I had made a mistake with my sesame chicken. Yeah, it was a little sweet, and the sesame could have been used as a little more than just something that’s sprinkled over the meat after it’s done, but it was plenty and it was tasty. You sure can’t moan about the size of the portions here — except afterwards, when you realize you might have been eating more than you needed.
The fried rice is almost too much to eat, and not really something to write home about, but hey, what the hell do you expect, it’s fried rice, not lobster thermidor. The place is pleasant, the service nice, telling you how to use the sauces and all, friendly and efficient — a good place.