When I was a kid, my mother was seen as an adventurous (and fabulous – still is) cook because she used garlic. This was the 1970s in suburban Sydney and while everyone went to an Italian restaurant for a “big night out” and every suburb had a Chinese takeaway (our two were called Happiness Inn and Foo Du), we were still finding our foodie legs. Now, Australia is a foodie paradise – those Chinese and Italian places sit shoulder to shoulder with Thai, Turkish, Lebanese and a slew of other cuisines. On my recent trip to Melbourne I ate my way around the city, but also had the opportunity to…