No Delhi phenomenon, this. It's a story that's replicating itself countrywide. Restaurateurs in Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Jaipur, Calcutta, Ban-galore, Chennai are all riding the crest of a Food Boom. A boom fuelled by the newly splurging have-money-will-spend breed of Indian. Affluent, urbane, well travelled, with-it, untramelled by considerations of caste, conditioning or cuisine. His palate refined and diversified by travel, education, exposure, the desire to live the good life, inhabit epicurean valhalla, be the gourmet at cheche gatherings, the oenophile at the French collaborator's deal clinching party. This is the '90s Indian: steak-seduced, brochette-biting, khimchi-chewing, sushi-smitten, tacho-talking, nacho, nori, gnocchi-knowing, linguini-loving, martini-sipping. At once the cause and the consequence of rampant consumerism, seeking to star in the popularly purveyed fantasies of glittering good times daily directed at him through a million television screens across the country: men and women wining and dining in expensive three and five-star havens that go by fancy names like Las Meninas, Casa Medici, Taaja, Tai Pan, Thai Ban, Ichiban, Isfahan, Khyber, Wan-chai, Sogkarran, Mezza Luna, Tamarind Tree, Farmhouse, Curry on the Roof.... Where the food, like its consumers, looks like it has been to the beauty parlour.