This isn’t a comment made purely in jest. In India’s metros, it often seems like a new place to wine or dine opens every day. The variety, from Arabian to Zanskari, will astonish anyone who might care to think back to the days of dingy bars and a time when eating choices were either stodgy Continental or greasy Punjabi. And anyone who could teach indigent Nepali immigrants of appropriately Oriental appearance how to boil noodles could start a ‘Chinese’ restaurant.