Short posts for a while, getting seriously behind and Aberdeen will make it worse.
On to my penultimate East Sussex pub, and thankfully back to a traditional name after all those silly Red Lions and Five Bells.
I can assure Mark Crilley this is the only Lion and Lobster in the UK, so I now emulate Cathy Price in doing all the pubs of a particular name. I can be the Lobster Priest, like in a Fall song,
This one is just on the edge of nighttime Brighton, away from the chain pubs in the Lane and seeming like a real find among the back streets with their Bristol-emulating graffiti,
It’s very dark, and very busy, and very red. I think about a very quick half, but the music is so good I nabbed a seat at the bar. Jazz and sitting at the bar are two things you don’t expect from me.
Beer fusspots will want to know they had two Dark Stars, a Long Man and Harvey’s, which is what I went for.
It wasn’t great, but the pub somehow was, Big smiles, children, jazz aficionados eating salads at the bar, not a pashmina in sight.
So good that I stopped for a better half, Long Man I think, expertly decanted into the pint glass.
As they say, Niiiice.