As black man, living in Brighton, I wish I could say that the best place to eat in the city center was the West Indian shop in Preston circus.
However, despite my bias, I am forced to admit, in all honesty, that there is a tiny cafe/restaurant, hidden in the backstreets which is head, shoulders, knees and toes above the rest.
The food rivals that of the very best French or Italian chefs. And the prices are so low...
I keep expecting to go there one day to find that they have doubled them (like other food outlets would if they had that much to offer). But, so far (1 year at least), it has not happened.
No wander all the local connoisseurs and gourmets meet in this little place.
One last word, if I may. It's about the service.
Once, I was dinning outside on the terrace with a few friends. While we were talking and eating one of my friends dropped their knife.
Anywhere else you'd just pick up your knife and carry on right?
Not there. Within seconds, out came the manager with another one.
How he could, from the back of his kitchen, tell the sound of a falling knife apart from that of a fork or spoon, I'll never know. Having distinguished this by means I cannot fathom, why he would care enough to rush out with a replacement is again beyond me.
All I can say is: this place is in a league of its own
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