One of the country’s finest Elizabethan Houses and award-winning gardens. Set within an ancient deer park below the South Downs. Open 1 April - 14 October <strong>2018</strong> www.parhaminsussex.co.uk JoA2391 - Parham_<strong>Viva</strong> <strong>Brighton</strong> 128x94 ad_AW.indd 1 12/01/<strong>2018</strong> 09:46 Valid from Monday to Friday only. Please bring this voucher to Hixon Green and redeem for 1 free coffee per person.
BITS AND BARS ............................... PUB: MARKET INN The serving space of the Market Inn, an island bar constructed, I’m told, as part of a refurbishment in 1927, is magnificent, dominating the space it sits in the middle of. It’s all classical wooden pillars and panelling, and period lampshades, and it’s a beaut. Unfortunately, the beer tap that I want the young barman who’s standing within it to pull has a plastic cup on it. The Moretti’s off, so I go for a bitter instead, a Cornish brew called Tribute. “That’s in the Happy Hour,” says the bloke, and gives me £6.70 back from my tenner. It’s the first time, I think, that I’ve ever set foot in the place, but I’ve been reading about it. In the 18th and early 19th century Market Street was the main food-shopping street in the town, curving round from East Street to the sea (Bartholomew Square was built in 1984, obliterating the southern half of the street). Number 1 Market Street (then Golden Lion Street) was built towards the end of the 18th century, as a townhouse. It was called The Chimneys, and then the Old Chimneys, reputedly because the Prince of Wales’ sweep lived there; by 1782 it had been converted into a pub, run by the splendidly named Amon Batho. In the early 20th century it was renamed The Golden Fleece, a name it kept until 1990. By then, the building had been given a Grade-II listing. The Market Inn is part of a small chain run by the Real London Pub Company. One of their other two pubs, The Black Horse, is also in central <strong>Brighton</strong>. The other, The Wheatsheaf, is in Fitzrovia, in London. The company seem to specialise in historic buildings, and to cater for the sort of clientele who want fried food – burgers, chicken wings, scampi, that sort of thing – at reasonable prices. The Cornish beer isn’t really to my taste: when I do drink bitters I like a bigger mouthfeel. I’m not that fussed about the atmosphere, either, though I guess at 5.30 on a Monday evening it’s the hour for people popping in for a quickie after work, so there’s no obvious sign of any locals. I also notice a dartboard on the far wall: a sign that the place might have a life of its own a bit later. I do, however, harbour a strong ‘ironic’ appreciation of flock wallpaper, which is lovely to stroke, rather like the feeling to the fingers of a recently applied number two haircut. I do this, surreptitiously, before I leave, thinking that a certain sort of tourist will absolutely love the place. Alex Leith Painting by Jay Collins ....27....