Synopsis

The challenge lay in constraint: to conjure something vibrant from a palette limited to the letters A, B, and G. A culinary gauntlet, a rapid-fire grill-off demanding ingenuity. Each dish was a carefully constructed narrative, built with tamarind paste as a binding thread. The goal wasn't mere sustenance, but an exploration of possibility – a high-stakes performance where flavor and form danced to the rhythm of restriction. It demanded a certain audacity, a willingness to find beauty within