This place is big, fat, massive, humungous. Even Rick Waller could get lost in this place. The Prodigal really is the prodigal son of pubs; it has done much to deserve the blessings that have been placed upon it by its superb location. Sit, stand or dance to the grooves of the DJ who bangs out funk and hip hop at the weekend. Talking of banging, just outside isn't that the alleyway in Quadrophenia? As this place welcomes stag and hen groups with open arms you can guarantee a few more will be leaving their mark on Brighton's backstreets. Not that we'd encourage such behaviour.