“Olive Bar & Kitchen occupied a whitewashed haveli behind the Qutub Minar. The fairy lights were: excessive. Strung through neem and bougainvillea trees, creating a canopy of warm light that turned the courtyard into something between a film set and a dream. The tables were scattered across a lawn — white tablecloths, candles in glass jars, the kind of deliberate beauty that costs money to construct and more money to maintain. A guitarist in the corner played something acoustic and European, and the air smelled of rosemary and grilled meat and the specific December evening scent of Delhi — wood smoke from neighbourhood fires, carried on cold air, mingling with the restaurant's Mediterranean ambitions.”