I’ve got an ulterior motive for buying you dinner tonight, he says. Alan is a regular here. Wellfield and Albany are his home patch, and hardly short of Indian restaurant alternatives, but it’s here, to Legacy, he keeps coming back. This is his seventh or eighth visit, he reckons. I get it. There’s something reassuringly Read More
It is a beautiful evening for a walk down to dinner. Coquina (styled with a small ‘c’) is easy to spot from the top of Hastings’ West Hill, near the foot of the East, and next to the darkly looming Net Shops on Rock-a-Nore Road. The bright, welcoming space they have taken upstairs in art Read More
Cuisines Negombo sits where the interesting but short-lived Rasathi did. Unlike Rasathi, though, you can now eat in on a solitary table: so there is no need now to eat your Sri Lankan order in Victoria Park, though its demise means I never got to pitch them my ‘Patty in the Park’ idea. Named after Read More
I seem to spend my time in Hastings in little rooms eating lovely things. There are worse ways to spend your life, I suppose, and here’s the latest: the twice-weekly Sumisu Ramen popup from husband and wife team James and Ai. The town library, the Grade II-listed Brassey Institute, seems to looms over Trinity Street Read More
Well, Lury is lovely. I suppose I’ve ruined it now, haven’t I? That’s not how these things are supposed to work. You’re supposed to grit your teeth for a trudge through every bite of the ten courses and hope you still have the will to live when I arrive at a verdict, some stab at Read More
‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of a good pint, must be in want of a proper pie.’ I think that’s how it goes, anyway. The Albion was already well established as a Hastings pub when Jane Austen published Pride and Prejudice in 1813. Slightly more recently, I was brought Read More