Dorset, The
The oh–so continental pavement tables are the best place to people watch in the whole of Brighton. Punks, tramps and freaks are yours to survey. Inside, every chair and table has one leg slightly shorter than the rest although I'm not sure why. Perhaps they were just too bohemian to buy proper furniture. The coffee is delicious, but the food is overpriced despite being pleasant enough. Both are marred by teeth–grindingly slow service, although most of the customers here have probably never been in a hurry in their entire lives.

