When I first started drinking wine my default would be a glass of Pinot Grigio or Sauvignon; failing that was available I’d order “a dry white” and hope for the best. Thankfully, with the increase in wine flights and great restaurants in Brighton, I’ve learnt a lot in recent years.
There was a time when Browns on Duke Street, was THE place to be seen. A place for the upper echelons of society – the folk who can afford to park their flashy car on double yellows outside and not bat an eyelid at a £60 parking ticket. However, the calibre of restaurants in Brighton has gone through the roof lately, so like me, you probably haven’t thought to dine at Browns for years.