At the moment, I live here in Whitstable, a seaside town in Kent, South East England. I first heard about Whitstable through a friend who forwarded me this New York Times article while I was living in London. Little did I know that just over a year later I would be moving here. Both of these photos were taken just out front of our rented bungalow. Outstanding views like these are the primary reason we didn't pass up the chance to rent this house when the opportunity presented itself. The lower photo shows "The Street", which I have yet to walk out on. It's not looking altogether likely that I will to be honest, what with winter rearing it's butt-numbing head.
The area we live in is called Tankerton, which is amusingly referred to as a "suburb" of Whitstable. Okay, Tankerton does have a small grocery store (with a post office window), banks (tiny little branches of the majors), a few restaurants (including the obligatory Indian take-away), some charity shops, several hair salons, a used bookstore, an off-licence, a wine merchant, a green grocer, a butcher, and a baker (but no candle-stick maker as far as I can tell). All of these are in the same small stretch of Tankerton Road. Shockingly, you have to walk around the block (a few doors up from us) to go to the nearest pub, which is part of the Marine Hotel. It's about a 20 minute walk to comparably metropolitan Whitstable High Street from here, so I'm glad for the amenities. I don't get much use out of the funeral home or dog grooming salon, but I guess I'm glad they're here.
In my humble foodie opinion, the best and by far most fun restaurant here in Tankerton is the one I work for part-time (of course) called JoJo's. It is a harrowing 5 minute walk down from the main bit of Tankerton Road. Nikki makes Patatas Bravas, (crunchy potatoes with a spicy tomato and paprika sauce), that I am officially addicted to, fighting the urge to go over and get some on my off-days. The clincher is the homemade tartar sauce she puts on the top (which has the ingenious addition of capers). This dish opened my eyes to Spanish smoked paprika. If you haven't experienced it already, buy some and sprinkle it on your hummus. To die for.