Laines past row
Here though, sat amongst the clutter and grunginess of the North Laines it’s easy to believe that everywhere in the UK is like this, a maze of interesting things to look at and people to talk to. The best thing about Brighton and specifically the Laines is that you could spend several weekends here, even be a resident, and still not fully get to grips with what the area has to offer.
Living in Southsea we sometimes think of it as a mini version of Brighton, lots of ramshackle elements brought together by a community togetherness. I think Brighton though encapsulates what is essentially unique about some corners of the British Isles. It seamlessly brings together the local deli/corner coffee house aesthetics of any affluent little town beside a continued element of social deprivation, in short it mixes the beautiful and the ugly and rough with the smooth with grace. Add in the pop culture history and continued association with British cool and you can see why property prices remain so high.
Of the dizzying amount of places to eat, drink, grab coffee or go for a pint, a few really seem to stick out. Kik a moo kau, a weirdly named but welcoming little place in amongst the north laines serves enviable vegetarian food to a packed house. After asking the owner whether the language was Maori, a woman sat beside her just kept on repeating the name at me, progressively getting louder and louder. I was getting slightly freaked out and a little bit frustrated at this point until it occurred to me what it actually meant. KIK-A-MOO-KAU. Brilliant.
After reading the menu and popping in we managed to grab a table by stealthily waiting for someone to move and almost ran to sit in their place. We watched mayb สล็อตออนไลน์e another thirty people walk in, look around confusingly before asking the waitress, with faint hope, if their were any spare tables? Look around my friends, I wanted to shout out, unless you want to sit on my knee to eat your falafel you’ve got no hope. Their faces inevitably dropped. Unbelievably this was 3pm on a Monday at the start of a regular working week. I don’t fancy fighting the hordes on a Saturday lunchtime.
Another little find was a small friendly-looking place called The Brighton Sausage Company. Selling sausages of all kind plus an interesting array of artisan pork pies and french cheese, it had the feel of the local village butchers but was instead being run by a chap with a very large moustache who was, at a guess, in his late twenties. To go with this extensive range of pork products and unique cheeses, interesting artwork adorned the walls and Joy Division pumped out of the stereo. Not your typical butchers. I think this would be the perfect place to insert the words, ‘only in Brighton’.
Walking back through the Laines past row after row of cool places from gourmet burger kitchens to mod clothes shops we headed onto the seafront past the art shops and bars that now populate the archways under the promenade. The Brighton fishing museum takes its place in the middle of these and despite the threat of the reality sounding as uninteresting as its name suggests, was in fact a great insight into a now largely defunct industry. And as always, the best bit was that it was free.