A Brighton Boy Blogs

My first memories of pub food was chicken-in-a-basket at a pub near Clayton. That was 1976, food-in-a-basket was all the rage, and my dad furiously sent ours back because the chicken drumsticks were not merely raw, but still slightly frozen in the middle. Thankfully things have largely improved since then, but as you’ll see if you’ve read my report on the Brewers Fayre/Neville Crest & Gun Incident, not all pub food is worth eating, or indeed paying for.

I had all but given up on pub food… but I yearned for a decent roast that I didn’t have to cook, and served in a nice garden on a summer’s day where my kids would be welcome and the food would be worth eating and my one pint would be the best I’d had since the previous week, and everything would be suitably idyllic. But alas, this particular holy grail was elusive.

I’d passed by The Cock, and even photographed their slightly comedic sign by the main A26 embraced by the model I was photographing that day; but never given it a second thought. One Sunday, however, Read more…

Some people reading my writings about food might think I’m a bit of a food snob. I can see how that might be misconstrued, so here’s something that might redress the balance. Read more…

15th September 2008: It was a Monday evening in Brighton, it was getting late for dinner, and we fancied sushi. Moshi Moshi would have been our usual destination, but being closed on Mondays we remembered YO! Sushi in Jubilee Street and decided to give it a try. Perhaps a little glimpse at the competition might prove eye-opening.

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… or how a friend’s 21st birthday party was ruined by Brewer’s Fayre and Whitbread plc at the Nevill Crest and Gun in Eridge, near Tunbridge Wells, Kent.

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