Looking for a good Indian Dosa in Dandenong

It may take a while to get to India. Some inspiration in the Melbourne suburb 'Dandenong' perhaps? That's where the Indian migrants supposedly live.  So we set off today - camera and tastebuds in tow. We cruised for a long time on the expressway from the city center and followed our trusted GPS's instructions till we hit Dandenong city center. What a disappointment! I was expecting something like Little India in Singapore. Crowded streets, lots of great Indian food, colourful stalls and the general chaos and confusion that makes it so Indian. We didn't see any of that - not even enough Indians. Just dreary suburbia - almost a feeling of hopelessness. We were starving and determined to at least get a small bite. We shouldn't have. The little restaurant had a handle held up with a bit of tattered cloth. The food was tasteless, greasy and frankly terrible. Spongy mushrooms in bright red dye and thick heavy battered deep fried vegetables. It's good sometimes to go and see what not to do. So I guess I'll have to keep looking or take a flight out.