The best restaurants in St. Peter's and North Laine Brighton and Hove South East

The food is always good! I’m regularly coming here.

Not the speediest delivery, but it was well worth the wait. Excellent food.

Everything was beautiful, thanks to louis service.

Despite being busy the service was absolutely amazing and the staff were very friendly. Thankyou so much!

Really nice pub and vibe overall. Been many times and will continue to do so. One star removed because we came for the quiz on Monday 2nd June and it was just too long. It was meant to start at 7pm but didn't start until much later. The breaks between rounds were too long. We didn't finish until 10pm. Late start aside, I don't feel this is the right length for chill Monday evening quiz. Two teams left during the event! It felt a little like they were stretching it out to encourage people to buy more food and drink. It was fun, and the host is lovely. It just needs to be a lot tighter and quicker.

Had a great night listening to bands for Alt Escape, got served by Mabel who was so awesome, she talked us through the bands that were playing and then the many beers on offer! So cool! The rest of the team were fab too!

Staff were great but the owner was very condescending and honestly seemed pretty pissed(idk if he was drunk pissed or just angry for no reason) which completely brought down the whole mood of the place..and don't get me started on how he spoke to his staff😬 would love to recommend going because as I say the staff were fantastic, but I can't recommend supporting such a vile business owner

Called to enquire about the buffet listed on their website, person on the phone was rude stating they only did hotpot buffet and wouldn’t explain what that was, before I got a chance to ask any more questions about the menu the person on the phone cut me off halfway through talking said bye and hung up, I don’t know who would run their business in that way and disrespect customers on the phone, absolute no go for me

I unexpectedly visited this traditional British fish and chips shop right after exiting Brighton Station while sleeping on the train. The owner looks like Conor McGregor, but he kindly answers questions in English that are at the level of infants and toddlers. The downside is that it only accepts cash and is a take-out restaurant, but you can taste the fish and chips of the British mainland. A 10-minute walk south from the station provides a direct beach view. Hurry up and take a bite before it gets cold.

Very nice atmosphere good drink selection mason was a great sales man

Coho es mi mejor opción para una visita a un café en Brighton. Está cerca de la estación, así que es muy fácil llegar después de tomar el tren a Brighton. El café es de gran calidad y el personal es siempre amable y servicial. Me gusta la sensación rústica del edificio y la decoración. También recomiendo encarecidamente el brunch. 👌

Fui aquí con amigos para un refresco mientras iba de compras. Conseguí una mesa junto a la ventana y era un buen lugar para relajarse y charlar mientras se protege de la lluvia.

The wrap was ok but the guy who was preparing them took about 30 minutes to prepare one, although we were 3 customers waiting there

I imagine you’d have better luck ordering from this place online; it’s clearly a ghost kitchen meant to service third party delivery apps, though it occupies a brick and mortar location on the main stretch less than a minute from Brighton rail station. We ordered a single dish from a touchscreen on the front counter, and it took almost 15 minutes to arrive - a far cry from the quick and easy bite that’s implied by the ‘to go’ in the name of this establishment. It’s a shame because the food is actually quite good, but the absence of personnel at the counter and the long wait for food means this place is a dud.

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.