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BITS AND BARS ............................... Painting by Jay Collins PUB: THE WEST HILL In the James Gray collection of photos there is only one of the ‘Belle Vue Inn and Tavern’, taken in 1872, 20 years after the purpose-built pub on Buckingham Place, just up from the station, first opened its doors. But there are plenty more taken from outside the pub, and for good reason. The photo shows the words ‘The Finest View in <strong>Brighton</strong>’ emblazoned on the pub’s façade: ‘belle vue’, of course, is French for ‘beautiful view’. In the noughties, the pub was given a new name ‘The West Hill Tavern’ (after the name of the hill it sits on) after one of many changes of hands: it seems to have gone through more transmogrifications in recent years – as one online critic has noted – than Dr Who. Now there is a different message on the front, aiming to draw you into the building, rather that look out from it: ‘Local ales... Home Cooked Food.’ Many will remember the pub for its licensing hours; as it has traditionally been a live music bar it used to be one of the places to go after you were kicked out of all the others. Others remember it for its bar billiards table: a fine game where the holes are in the middle of the slate and you knock the black peg down at your peril. Sadly that game is long gone, but there are plenty more reasons to visit the pub’s latest reincarnation. The new owners – at the helm since <strong>April</strong> 2017 - are husbandand-wife team Ben and Heather Pistor; Heather used to be the creative director of the bar and events company Mothership Group, so she knows what she’s doing. Every day, in fact, there seems to be a different reason to visit, whether that’s a quiz night, piano bingo, DJs, Fipsaw (French radio and jigsaws), jazz, live bands, and, strangely enough, a meat raffle. The night I pay my latest visit is a Tuesday, which means it’s open mic night. I haven’t been for a few years, and my first impression is that it’s much less tatty than it used to be. It’s warm, and cosy, and there’s only one table free, at which I gratefully park myself, waiting for my companion with a pint of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. When she comes we each order one of the 13 gin-and-tonic variations on offer – mine’s a ‘Saffron’, very dry, very French - and a burger from their imaginative menu. I go for a ‘Westie’ with Sussex cheddar, which turns out to be plump and succulent, and comes with chips and slaw. And live music, of course: first up, an angsty Spanish man with a jangly guitar... Alex Leith thewesthilltavern.com ....27....