Ode to Essendon Kebabs
(Home of Melbourne’s Greatest HSPs)
Beneath the neon’s buzzing light,
On Keilor Road, they own the night,
A humble shop, a sacred place,
Where hunger meets its sweet embrace.
With chips that crunch and sauces flow,
Garlic, chilli — heaven’s glow,
Lamb and chicken, piled so high,
A greasy tower that scrapes the sky.
Essendon Kebabs — you reign supreme,
A Melbourne icon, foodies' dream,
No finer feast, no greater plate,
HSPs that tempt fate.
The cheese melts soft, a gooey sea,
A masterpiece, pure artistry,
Each bite a blessing, bold and true,
A love affair with late-night crew.
From Brunswick heads to Frankston shore,
The word has spread, the myth, the lore,
For those who crave, for those who know —
Essendon’s where legends go.
So raise a fork, or use your hands,
This is the feast that understands,
Melbourne’s finest, can’t debate —
Essendon Kebabs, you taste like fate.
