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In the neon-lit maze of Mumbai, where dreams swim in the vast Arabian Sea, a deliciously outrageous tale unfolds. Andheri, draped in twilight as if it forgot the lights, prepares for an event that redefines hunger. Picture this: a culinary stage set for drama, where taste buds are liberated like a heist. Two larger-than-life characters, armed with insatiable cravings, are ready to turn a regular meal into an epic feast. Their arrival will be as sensational as a surprise monsoon, promising to flip the restaurant upside down. With appetites rivaling a hungry hippo, they’re not just eating—they’re on a legendary culinary quest!

I would like to dedicate this poem titled “The Gastronomic Titans” to all gourmands across the globe. EAT…. DRINK… MAKE MERRY!!!!!!!!

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Andheri, a gloomy canvas, dark and deep,
Till these culinary conquerors stormed the scene,
Like twin suns dispelling shadows from their sleep,
Their hunger, a black hole, cosmic and keen.

A hush descends, a stillness deep,
Cutlery clinking, a slumbering sleep.
Then, two titans enter, a grand affair,
With appetites vast, beyond compare.

Dressed to impress, in suits so fine,
A formidable duo, a striking line.
The maitre d’ stumbles, a shocked display,
Waiters erupt, in a joyous fray.

For in their midst, a legend unfolds,
Two hungry souls, with stories untold.
Their arrival, a seismic shift,
A dining experience, a magic gift.

Chingri cutlet, a fishy little bomb,
Shahi Murgh, a tikkish, fiery flight,
Kakra Chingri Bhapa, a seafood-laden tomb,
Pabda Jhol, a tangy, watery delight.

Chingri malai, a creamy, curried dream,
Kosha Mangsho, a meaty, fiery maze,
Illish dimer bora, a fishy, golden gleam,
Matal Chingri, a shrimpy, spicy craze.

Aam Kashundi Kakra, a tangy, mustard spark,
Pabda Tomatoer Jhal, a fiery, red abyss,
Bhetki Maacher Paturi, a steamed, fishy ark,
Shorshe Bata Illish, a mustardy, fishy bliss.

Aam Ada Grilled Bhetki, a citrusy zest,
Bhapa Ilish, boneless, a tender, fishy cloud,
Bhaja Moonger, Cholar, a lentil-packed chest,
Aloo, Begun Bhaja, veggie soldiers proud.

Mochar chop, a crispy, cheesy throne,
Char Grilled Lemon Mustard Pomfret, a zesty king,
Chingri Malai, Daab Chingri, seafood alone,
Jhinge Chingri Posto, a poppy seed-studded thing.

Doi Illish, a yogurt and fish, a curious pair,
Basmati, Luchi, Basanti, a rice triumvirate,
Papad, chatni, a crunchy, flavorful flair,
Lengcha, a sweet and sour, a tasty debate.

Rossogolla, Chom Chom, Patisapta, sweet spheres,
Kachagolla, Lebu Sandesh, sugary delights,
Chhanar Payesh, Khirkodom, Rabri, dispels fears,
Kesarbati, a golden, sweet sight.

Plates piled high, a mountainous affair,
Vanished quick, as if by magic flair.
Waiters scurried, a frantic, busy scene,
Like ants at work, a tiny, bustling queen.

The duo dined, in ecstasy profound,
A gastronomic world, where joy is found.
Their eyes, a-sparkle, with delight untold,
A legend in the making, a story bold.

Imagine this: a symphony of slurps and sighs,
A battlefield of bones and empty plates.
The duo, two black holes in hungry disguise,
Consuming cosmos at a fearsome rate.

They were a force of nature, wild and free,
A culinary tempest, a gustatory storm.
The restaurant, a shipwreck on a stormy sea,
As these two navigated a gastronomic norm.

Mishti Doi, Paan, the final, sweet art,
A feast for the ages, a gluttonous feat.

With every bite, a thunderous applause,
A standing ovation for their epic feast.
The restaurant, transformed into a feeding pause,
As these two champions put their hunger to the test.

Bloated beyond belief, a comical sight,
Two human balloons, a gastronomic plight.
Their stomachs, stretched to an absurd height,
A culinary catastrophe, what a fright!

Wheelchairs for giants, a ludicrous scene,
Carried away, like royalty, or a queen.
A victory lap, in a most unusual way,
As the world watches, stunned and amazed.

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