Finally after all the beneficent skulduggery, Jess has whipped off her mask and emerged from her life of secret goodness underground. Located at the quieter end of the Herne Bay shops, her new deli is a welcoming affair. The counter cabinet burts full of meats, sandwiches, French toast and salads. The fridges entice hungry eyes with Lewis Road milk, Kapiti cheeses and French pate. The freezer holds the vestiges of Jess's previous venture - it's so good to see she has not given up on her takeaway dinners. A notice board in the corner announces daily specials (regular and paleo - it is Herne Bay, after all!) and smoothies. My croque monsiuer with its perfect cape of bechamel and drawer of grainy mustard could easily have been sourced from the backstreets of Paris. The toasted banana bread was a gooey, chewy, fluffy mouthful of childhood goodness. My only suggestion for improving this comfort zone is to invest in some proper cutlery and crockery. Cutting into toasted fare with picnic wear and drinking coffee out of paper cups does detract a tad from the romance of what it otherwise a very sweet new affair. read more