Brighton Beach

Brighton Beach was a place I have desperately wanted to visit since reading Graham Greene’s Brighton Rock earlier this year.

It was exactly how I’d imagined it to be, and more.

It was colourful, kitsch, nostalgic and fun.

We ate fish and chips on the pier and drank Pimms by the jug.

The fish we chose was called Plaice, which I had not heard of since coming to England. It is a very fine fleshed fish, that doesn’t really lend itself well to being heavily battered and deep-fried.

They seem to serve everything here with peas. But I don’t mind, I love peas. Even mushy ones.

I shall be sharing the Pimm’s drink with you all in a later post.

But in the meantime, you’ll just have to drool over this plate of deep-fried merriment.


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