An old ex-veggie discovers an old favourite Brighton restaurant legend greatly diminished, disappointing and even rude.
How The Cock Inn, Ringmer, restored my faith in pub food and not-at-home Sunday roasts.
Some people reading my writings about food might think I’m a bit of a food snob. I can see how that might be misconstrued, so here’s something that might redress the balance.
… or how a friend’s 21st birthday party was ruined by Brewer’s Fayre and Whitbread plc at the Nevill Crest and Gun in Eridge, near Tunbridge Wells, Kent.