We know Brighton’s no stranger to a bit of razzle dazzle – small plates with big PR, drag brunches on a Tuesday, bike rides in the nude. But pubs? Pubs are where the city kicks off its boots.
Amid the wine bars and craft taprooms, the humble local stands its ground. The kind of pint pullers where dogs (or cats) nap under tables, sausage rolls come piping hot and half your mates are already at the bar (or at least it feels that way).
With more pubs per person than anywhere else in the UK…

