This one is called The Story of OJ and the Boy in a Restaurant.
It could be any cuisine, though they prefer Italian or seafood.
Come join them in the merriment, especially if you’re dieting.
Consideration being their joint middle name, they’ll ensure the food never reaches you, thereby guaranteeing your skinny happiness ever after.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Thank you for the cordial invite
To have an Italian/seafood bite
Will take a rain-check on that
For when, I’ll with you, frat
In fact, shall demand it as a right!
Alright…you just made me hungry. Italians are good for two things – one food and the other…I forget…
This could be story of D and The Guy as well!
Sounds like a grand hog-fest!
And where is young Ghattu?
Aunty G: Not before I demand your homemade chocolate-walnut cake first!
Damnhobsons: Men. Hotter than the garlic bread at Spaghetti Kitchen.
D: 😀 Come, come! Let’s all have a glutt-fest!
Dipali: Oh the meal we had on Sunday night! Eggs benedict and chicken sausages and sauteed mushrooms and rosemary potatoes and garlic bread…..drool…. I’m not even thinking about the C word! About Ghattu: Still safely tucked away. Labor may be induced tonight. Will keep you posted.
But the Tiramisu was, is and shall remain all mine. ALL MINE I SAY!
Dadoji: Oh don’t be too sure! I’ll fight you for it. And I’m very capable of swinging the Sunny Deol dhai kilo ka haath.
lol :))) This is really funny 🙂
Indian Homemaker: And true, mind you! 🙂