Anjolie Ela Menon doesn’t do five-star lunches. Don’t get me wrong,five-stars will do for dinner. It’s just that she’s up to her elbows in paint inher studio in West Nizamuddin most afternoons and can’t bear the idea of changing forlunch. So, we spend almost as much time on the phone trying to decide where to meet thanwe do talking over chopsticks-licking-good spare ribs in honey sauce and fried jumboprawns at Ichiban in Pandara Road.I expect Anjolie to look, well, a little studio-worn,bringing in her wake a touch of Nizamuddin Bohemia and a little paint on her hair andclothes. Nada. She looks fabulous. The secret: a black kurta that hides theconsequences of the morning’s work and tons of silver and a huge crystal around herneck. And, yes, a healthy appetite. We get down to ordering immediately. I’d been atrifle worried about the chosen venue: what kind of Chinese food could you get in theheart of gentrified Punjabi dhabaland that is Pandara Road?