Beneath fluorescent glare, the trays align, A land where steam contrives to intertwine, Shapes upon shapes, their origins unknown, A scent of mystery, distinctly grown. Pale pools of sauce, a curious cascade, Heaped upon hills where shadowed secrets wade, The clatter echoes, a metallic groan, In this odd realm where hopeful diners moan. Textures unwonted lurk in every bite, A curious clash of bold and quiet fright, Here on tin tables tales of taste dissolve, In line, they shuffle, stomachs to evolve.