Now that I've reflected on my experience with garlic, I have to modify what I said before.
I've had green beans with garlic in two different Italian restaurants. One was Monte's, in Greenwich Village, back in the 60's and 70's. My family ate there often, and I used to wonder what made the green beans so good. It was the garlic, applied with a light touch. I had to hold the dish in my memory before I realized it was the garlic. OTOH an Italian restaurant in the Queens neighborhood where I live puts so much garlic in the beans that when I was there I left most of the green beans over.
I also loved the pre-Kraft Seven Seas chunky blue cheese dressing, not the least for its hint of garlic, I Iike garlic bread when it is served with tomato-sauced pasta, and the combination of garlic and ginger in Asian dishes. OTOH roasting does nothing to endear garlic to me.
There's a cookbook called "Everything Tastes Better with Garlic." When I told my mother, we had a laugh together.
I'm not a garlic hater, just a garlic disliker. Especially in the context of today's cooking, where it's hard to find a savory recipe that does not call for garlic.
I have jars of garlic powder and crushed garlic to serve my modest garlic needs, but I feel for those who are allergic to garlic or who hate all alliums.