Sometimes the headers of blogs look so delicious, you forget to read the posts. My blogger friend Magiceye
posted one such , of a sizzler , he enjoyed at one of Mumbai's original sizzler places , Yoko Sizzlers, in the western Mumbai suburb of Santa Cruz, where it first started. There are many branches, but they often do not measure up to the standards of the original.
The entire ethos of fire, flavours, sauces, smoke, steam, participating meats and vegetables, and the flourishing presentation reminded one, of the movies and Bollywood.
So many edible folks
with Bollywood pretensions.
Pert Preity Zinta green peas
with the cute factor;
Conservative Rima Lagoo
Cabbage Moms,
keeping base,
with pale green sarees,
largely wrapped;
Assorted roasted vamp onions,
unaware
of being transparent;
A chorus of
squished singed tomatoes,
bright shining carrots,
some out-of-place
unwilling cut-up beans,
and a bunch
of flamenco spinach dancers,
flashing their dark green skirts;
All watched
by the elderly Thakoor Cutlet,
and his Cheesy Chamchaas,
while the
law enforcement
French Fries Patrol
keeps asking the whereabouts
of the missing Monsieur Rice-Pasta;
The tempo heats up,
as they prepare
for the
arrival and repose
of the Hero;
Powerful Top folks,
Sometimes Fowl,
Sometimes Communist Red,
and sometimes
a Slippery and Fishy
slightly better white...
Unbearable tempers,
heat,
the fat's in the fire,
the angry Hero smokes,
and sizzles,
as he is presented at the table.
And the man
looks at his friend,
blows the smoke away,
picks up his fork,
and says,
"
Wonderful film !
Kya sizzler hai !"
So many 
