The Doner Kebab

For many days, I used to walk past my local kebab take-out joint 'Hunger Hatch' nonchalantly, cavalier to the appetite enticing whiffs that pervade the surrounding air with the knowledge that this nutrition-less fare is potentially the worst bargain I could ever get for 3 pounds. However on Tuesday night, the hinges of the gates of my appetite started to loosen and as you guessed, they finally broke open. The moment began when those delectable strips of lamb landed on and caressed my palate, providing a new found gratification that came with immediate addiction cautions. Incidentally, I christened Hunger Hatch as the Emerald City where each path leading to it was lined with yellow bricks. Dead into the night, I left the club relatively prematurely compared to most of my friends as the Doner kebab withdrawal symptoms started to kick in. Somehow, after purchasing my calorie laden grub and bidding goodbye to the yellow brick road, I felt that I'd paid slightly too high a price for it. Hmmm.
-Kenneth Wong