We ate: Shefco offers Lebanese food: shawarmas, kebabs, felafels, plus a selection of curries warming in the bain marie. As the cook prepared our shawarmas (one chicken, one lamb) we poked about among the goodies in jars and tins and walked away with a packet of lebanese bread and a tub of tahini I've been trying to find for ages. We would have walked away with more – I can't resist a tasty dolma and the jars of chillies and pickled cucumbers could have found a place in my pantry – but Shefco doesn't take credit card. I get that small businesses might wish to avoid the fees involved but surely the loss of custom would outweigh that? When our food arrived, wrapped in tinfoil but plated for "eating in" with a neatly placed serviette, we took it to the little portico out the front to watch the world go by. We should have asked for a second or third serviette: those shawarmas were dripping with garlic and yoghurt juices that we managed to drip over most of the table, not to mention smear across our faces. And oh my, they were good. "The best I've ever had," proclaimed my teenage companion. Shefco seems to be more popular as a lunch or early dinner spot but the empty tables meant we were able to make messes of ourselves and our meal without witnesses.