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.
October 7th was my first supper club event in Folkestone and, with an intimate crowd of 9 diners, it was a bit like having a great dinner party, bringing together friends who had never met each other but who each had an interesting story to tell. The wine and conversation flowed incredibly well and I couldn’t have hoped for a better crowd of people to help me christen what I hope will become a Folkestone eating institution.