Well, this week I have been on several missions.

One of these missions was to start eating right again and stop at least the ‘ever-growing’ part of the ever-growing darkness thing. So far this mission has been going really well (although its so hard to guage these sorts of things after only a week).

Today however ‘the gang’ and I are going to P.F. Chang’s for dinner and drinks. I don’t know how many of you have been to P.F. Chang’s but let me sum it up for you in 2 words: Mongolian Beef.

P.F. Chang’s has what is, without question, the greatest dish ever created … their Mongolian Beef. It’s no ordinary Mongolian Beef … no … it’s … P.F. Chang’s Mongolian Beef … and its the greatest thing to come to humanity since we learned how to eat.

I don’t know what the P.F. in P.F. Chang’s stands for (mainly because I’m just too lazy to do a google search) but they really should just change their name to M.B. Chang’s for “Mongolian Beef Changs”.

Ask anyone who has been to M.B. Chang’s about the place and their first reaction is likely to be a glazed over trance like offering of the phrase “mmmmmm … Mongolian Beef”.

So tonight … my mission to eat better gets put aside for a few hours as I indulge with the Mongolian Beef at P.F. Chang’s … “mmmmmm … Mongolian Beef”.