We recently went to Manju’s in the North Laine for veggy Indian food, we thought it was better than Chilli Pickle regardless of not having any meat option.
Also for Italian Fatto a Mano in also in the North Laine and that would be my favorite Italian in town.
Not expensive, and as the plates are all small (think big tapas) the kids love it as you can try stuff without commiting to a dish as your whole dinner.
It is superb, go… Book and go. Make sure you book.
Also, the KFC on London Road is utterly divine luv.
Slip past the smack heads on reception, be sure to tip them as you pass, they have dogs to feed. Slide up to the counter on an inch of chicken fat, and make your selection from various unspecified chicken parts. I recommend the confit potato batons and haricot et tomate as sides.
Squeeze in next to an inky cankled 25 stoner and her snotty lointards. Marvel as the grease drips off their chins and they manage to communicate without the use of consonants.
For the full Brighton experience, trip on a discarded needle on your way out and contract HIV.
The kids will have grown up and left home before you or I could afford that!
I love Brighton as well, I could happily live there. I had a mate who commuted from there to London, which worked really well 90% of the time and really badly the other 10%!
Not really tbh. A million quid won’t get you four bedrooms in a nice area of London, unless maybe you go miles out. Then you have a slower journey to the centre than I do.
Think it was around 50 mins to Victoria on the train so not bad if you can get out and walk to work from vic or only have a couple of stops on the underground
There are also big 12 carriage trains that follow the Thameslink route.
Brighton to the City is probably faster than my arse biscuit of a commute on multiple trains and tubes.
You can probably tell that I’m actively considering the area, although I’m probably too decrepit for central Brighton. More likely Saltdean, Rottingdean etc.
“I don’t know what your ol’ Grand-daddy would say, boy, if he could see this lot. Houses, 'ouses, 'ouses, Y’know that fair makes me prostrate with dismal.”