At the end of a street boasting a betting shop, drop-in social centre, alternative funeral parlour, and not one, but two sex shops (we used to have a brothel, but the police closed it) lies my home pub. Full of a complete mixture of characters, actors, poets, musicians, writers, train spotters, and beer bores, our pub offers a selection of fine ales, mostly from our own brewery. There's no food other than rolls at lunchtime, but they are large, filling, and a very good value. Get here early, as it gets crowded, and sit and watch Brighton's life pass through. There are also tables outside in the summer (when not stolen!).
Directions: Out of the station and cross the road, take a sharp right at the Queens Head, then turn left at the enviromental centre. You are now on Surrey Street, and we are at the bottom of the road.