FYI: I was in this place recently. After putting my pfs on one of the tiny tables, i got up to get some mayo. While i was doing this, i noticed a woman (who seemed to be an employee) preening in the wall mirror next to my table. She was vigorously fluffing and scratching her curly little Euro-trash head as if she were in her bathroom at home. When i pointed out that she was grooming herself on top of my chow, she shot me a "Who cares?" look and, in a garlicky accent of some sort, droned, "Don't worry" -- nothing apologetic, just, "Don't worry." PF is a cute place with some great sauces (i like the lemon dill), but 1. the portions are too big; 2. a place this popular should spend some of their $$ on more tables. (Of course, there'd be nowhere to put them).; 3. if this pondscum-from-across-the-pond works there, she oughta be canned fast; and 4. if you see "coconut" sauce on the menu, don't order it!