When I first moved to the UK lots of people asked me if there was anything I would miss from California. I gave the obvious answers: family, friends, Californian zinfandel, sunshine. But it never even crossed my mind that there was something bound up in California’s identity that is nearly impossible to find in the UK: Mexican food.
The beautiful corner building at the top of Folkestone’s Old High Street has worn many hats. It’s gone from a British restaurant to a tapas bar to a jazz bar and Louisiana-style restaurant. But now Kipps’ Alehouse has moved in and things are looking up.