Walking down Victoria Avenue in Chatswood is nothing short of torturous when you’re hungry. In the space of five minutes, you’re hit with the sweet smell of frying garlic and sauteed onions; the warmth of toasted cumin; the white-hot tang of Sichuan pepper; the intensity of fresh chilli; the sweet musk of roast duck, and that tantalising cold batter-hits-hot-oil smell of fried chicken.