SEVEN years ago when I left Queensland's Gold Coast, where I studied, I left behind a culinary wasteland: milk bars where the air was thick with vaporised fat, fish and chip shops with blue and white-tiled walls grouted deep with nameless gunk, bain-marie Indian, bain-marie Chinese, bain-marie dippy dogs that were three hours - or was it three days? - old.
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