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859 Opinions in 2 websites
A gorgeous fire place fills the pub with its aroma, ensuring this pub smells quintessentially British. Layer on a top quality roast, and this place is a hidden gem in one of Brighton’s bougie residential streets. Definitely worth a visit!
55 Opinions in 2 websites
Breakfast is nice but they’re very tight with the Bacon and sausages, even on the supposedly huge breakfasts, too many carbs not enough meat
1051 Opinions in 2 websites
This, in my opinion, is the best pub in Brighton. Marvellously friendly staff, comfortable place, sport on numerous TVs, a great roof terrace, tremendous food, within walking distance of everywhere important in Brighton, and the range of drinks is magnificent. Stop what you're doing, come here, and if it's a Tuesday, do the quiz. You're missing out if you don't. These people put a lot of effort in. Come see.
198 Opinions in 2 websites
Me dio leche de almendras cuando sé que pedí avena, mi pareja confirmó que dije leche de avena, extremadamente peligroso si tenía alergia a las nueces, intenté decírselo al personal, pero estaban demasiado ocupados charlando, también escuché que el propietario es un panqueque absoluto
186 Opinions in 1 websites
I visited Hope and Ruin solo whilst in Brighton and really liked my time there. Staff were very friendly throughout, nice range of drinks on tap and the food I had was amazing with so much flavour. The place in general has a great vibe to it aswell. One of my favourite places I've been to in Brighton already and if I come back again I'll happily visit once more
93 Opinions in 2 websites
The unbelievably rude and verbally/physically abusive landlady, Hatt Eaton, was so unpleasant to our (booked) table of 5 South African and French friends during the South Africa v France World Cup Rugby Quarter-final, that in the end we all left and went to the pub next door. And this, because one of our male French companions dared to celebrate a bit too loudly for her liking when France scored a try. I mean, it was one of the most exciting first halves of any Rugby World Cup seen thus far! Mon Dieu, give us a break. Apparently, cheering is not allowed in this establishment that widely advertised their sports screenings and encouraged bookings "to avoid disappointment". Patrolling her pub like a menopausal prison warden, she pounced on me instead - a local resident of 23 years, sporting my Springbok beanie and definitely NOT celebrating at that stage - and grabbed both my arms while stood towering over me (still seated as we'd already been belligerently admonished, before kick-off, that standing, too, was against "house rules"!). Digging her nails into my flesh, she (literally) spat into my face when I questioned her physical attack with "my house, my rules!", followed by further obscenities aimed at intimidating me to leave her (as she called it) "Bravo Award-winning Best Local". Well, I guess that explains the bitchy "bravado" and delusions of grandeur but sadly also diminishes the authenticity and validity of said awards in general. Respect to the poor young bar staff, though; like little rabbits in headlights, it seems this wasn't a first for them. Bless, please save them, someone! Suffice to say, after this blatant display of xenophobia, there followed a Franco-South African exodus . . . We can recommend the Duke of Wellington next door, though! They welcomed us with open arms, a fantastic atmosphere and lively hospitality. (And apparently, according to some locals, it was a regular occurrence for casualties to limp in here from next door, as strangers, or foreigners for that matter, were regarded with suspicion at The Eddy . . . why, because there is more than meets the eye, as rumours might suggest? One of my companions, a nurse practitioner, did observe that the landlady was perhaps not high on life.) We enjoyed a nail-biting second half of a brilliant game here at the Duke and will be back. The Eddy, however . . . never! Seems a bit old Hatt after all that.