My culinary adventures in Melbourne last year started off at the popular Mexican eatery Mamasita. We had originally planned to go there for lunch, but instead we inadvertently beat the notorious queues by dropping in at 3pm on a Thursday afternoon thanks to our delayed flight over. Although Mamasita’s name is printed on the closed glass door entrance, it is such a narrow entry that it’s easy to walk straight past it. From the street all you see is a quirky sign that says “un taco? un tequila?” and the restaurant itself is up a flight of stairs and is rather roomy inside, split into two parts – a bar area and a dining area with some with window seats for people-watching.
