P.F. Chang's — Restaurant in Rogers

The Legend of Darian: Birth Hero Extraordinaire

It was a dark and stormy night—or maybe it was just a regular Tuesday—but the scene was set: the day had come for the birth of my firstborn. I was already losing my mind, but little did I know, the true hero of this tale was just about to make her entrance.

Enter Darian.

She wasn’t just any human—no, no, no—Darian was a magical being, bestowed with the ancient powers of calm, wisdom, and the uncanny ability to see through the chaos. While I was clutching the bed rail like a drowning sailor, Darian was as cool as a cucumber. Actually, scratch that. She was cooler. She was like a cucumber dipped in ice water and sprinkled with fairy dust.

"Hey, everything’s going to be fine," she said, like she had done this a thousand times. Which, honestly, she might have. She had the aura of a seasoned pro, like she was moonlighting as a wizard on the side. Her calm demeanor was a direct contrast to my flailing limbs and panicked screams.

“Just breathe," she said, somehow remaining steady while I was performing what could only be described as an interpretive dance of agony.

But Darian? She was the eye of the storm. While the medical team ran around like they were part of a circus act, Darian was the calm anchor in the eye of it. I’m pretty sure she single-handedly turned the room into a zen garden with nothing more than a soft smile and some encouraging words. She was like a walking meditation app—if meditation apps could deliver babies and make jokes about epidurals.

I was getting more dramatic by the second. Every contraction felt like I was being run over by a truck while simultaneously getting hit with an electric shock. Darian just looked at me and said, “You got this. It’s like a workout, but, you know, with more screaming.”

I was convinced that I was going to die. In fact, I started to mentally plan my will, deciding who would inherit my collection of questionable movie memorabilia.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure the baby will be out in no time,” Darian said.

And somehow, like magic, there it was—the sound of a baby crying. But it wasn’t just any baby cry. It was the cry of victory. The cry of a new champion entering the world.

I looked up, exhausted but relieved, and there was Darian, standing there with the sort of casual coolness you only see in action heroes and people who’ve perfected the art of childbirth.

“You did great,” she said, like it was just another Tuesday for her.

And I knew, in that moment, that Darian was not just a person. She was a legend. A childbirth wizard, a master of all things calm and collected. I’d probably never be able to repay her for what she did, but if she ever needed someone to, say, find the best taco in town or figure out how to untangle headphones, I was her person. Because, let’s face it, the woman had just brought a human into the world like it was...

After 20 years of procrastination, I finally ate at P.F Chang's. I expected a higher-end restaurant, not Michelin star, but similar to Red Lobster. What I experienced was short-walled booths with no sense of privacy, sub-par food, odd food presentation, and customer service in need of work by the waitress.

My biggest complaint is the food: It's just not good. The Orange Chicken tasted more like a tangerine chicken and had more of a dry coating instead of a proper sauce. The Pepper Steak was better, but the flavor just didn't pop like it should; it needed more flavor, but it did have a sauce instead of a baked on coating. The California Rolls were good and the Rangoon had a proper crisp on them; unfortunately, they were better than the entrees. The sauce for the Rangoon was not very flavorful and could have been sweeter. On a lighter note, the white rice was cooked properly. We finished with the Molten Lava Cake which was less than good. It had a spongy texture and was in the shape of a bundt cake. A scoop of vanilla ice cream sits to the side along with some strawberries and blueberries. It tasted like a box cake with some store-bought ice cream. Nothing special about it at all.

The food is presented family style. This means it's meant to be passed around to each person so he or she can serve them self. This would be good if the dishes were appropriately sized, but they are individual sized plates suitable for one diner. You don't get as much food per entree as the "served family style" would lead you to believe. In addition, the entree plates get messy after passing it around and it got annoying having to wipe my fingers off after handling the plate. I didn't enjoy it.

The host was very nice, with an outgoing personality, what I like to see from a host. The waitress was not outgoing, but was not rude or distant. We did have to ask for dessert as we were not asked if we wanted one.

That's what I got for $60. I won't recommend it and I'll...

I used to love to eat here but my last two visits have been so disappointing. Over the weekend I ordered steamed shrimp dumplings, Mongolian potstickers and Kung Pao Chicken. I placed my order online at 4:58 pm. When I submitted my order, it stated I couldn’t pick up my order until 6:28 pm, 1.5 hours later! That is unacceptable as far as wait time, in my opinion. However, I had already paid with a card so I waited. When my husband and I arrived at the restaurant, my husband went in to get the order and the food was sitting up front with the hostess. It was not even warm to the touch. Upon further investigation, we noticed each entree had a printed ticket that had a time stamp for when the food was prepared. Each item I had ordered had been prepared between 5:01-5:17 pm. That means some of the items had been cooked over 1.5 hours prior to the restaurant saying my order could be picked up. Since I am currently pregnant and didn’t want to take a chance with getting food poisoning, my husband went back in with the food and told a manager our concerns. The manager was completely unapologetic but did say he would have the kitchen remake everything and to come back in 20 minutes. We waited 20 more minutes. When my husband went back in, he spoke to a different manger who did apologize but that was it. Finally, after driving back to Bella Vista, we were able to eat at 7:10 pm. The food was awful though. We ate one Mongolian pot sticker but had to throw the others away because they were just not appetizing.The shrimp dumplings were doughy and pasty on the bottom and cold on the inside (the exact problem we had with the same appetizer the last time we ordered them). And the chicken was not flavorful. We had plenty of food left over but threw it all out because it was that awful. I will not be back to try again, which is so disappointing because I used to...