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I've decided to go on a diet and I've already hit the cravings phase.

And for the entire two days that I've been on it, I've stuck to it faithfully. And now I feel I absolutely need to eat something on my list or I will die.

I live on melodrama.

And what I'm longing for are :-

1) Potato Wedges and French Fries with extra mayonnaise on the side from McDonalds. (Theirs is the only mayonnaise I like. Anybody else know where I can get some?)

2) A large Mutton with Cheese burger from Bembos

3) Spicy Goan Sausages with plenty of freshly baked 'pav'.

4) Mutton Biryani from my friend Sarah's house.

5) Kheema Pav from Khayani near St Xavier's College.

6) Bheja Masala from Paramount restaraunt in Mahim.

7) Seekh Kebabs from the lane leading to the Mahim dargah

8) Maggi noodles with Cheese. (The only dish I cook)

9) Tandoori chicken from Bandra station

10) Mashed Potatoes and Fish from Molly Malone's Irish Pub

11) Chicken Schezwan Noodles 'Anda Marke' from my college canteen

12) Bavarian Chocolate Ice Cream from Baskin Robbins

13) Grilled Fish with Butter Garlic Sauce

14) My Grandmother's Pork Sorpotel

15) Choc-a-Vloc from Cafe Coffee Day (I refuse to call it CCD)

16) A vada-pav with extra spicy chutney from Pipasa near Borivli Station

17) Dahi Batata Puri from a guy in my colony.

18) Chicken Manchurian Rolls from Papa Joe's in Borivli

19) Sharwma from Shalimar on Mohammed Ali Road. (Its the best I've found in the city)

20) A giant glass of sugarcane juice from the guy opposite FabIndia in Colaba

21) Mutton Roll from Venus Bakery in Bandra

21) Chicken Cheese Franky from Churchgate Station

22) Pepper Steak Sizzler from Pop Tates

23) Egg Burmese and Mauritian Omlettes from the St Xavier's Mess

24) Crab curry and Bangda Rechar Masala from SuzaLobos in Goa

25) Chicken Cafreal from Florentines in Goa

26) Crab with Butter Garlic Sauce from Mahesh Lunch Home

27) Chilly Garlic Potatoes and Chicken Puffs from Sassanian Cafe in Dhobi Talao

And you wonder why I'm fat. Or as I prefer 'Not thin'


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