An Extravagant Pleasure Palace and Chicken Liver for Dessert
I took a day trip to Brighton. I went to Brighton to see the sea, and what did I see? Besides the sea, I saw the Royal Pavilion, an extravagant palace of ostentatious Orientalism built by George IV when he was Prince Regent, surrogate ruler for his mad dad. It's over-the-top Orientalism, the Orientalism of the 19th century English imagination, a hodgepodge of fanciful renderings of many corners of the mysterious East. A stroll through the pavilion is a trip, in the true sixties sense of the word.
I took a stroll by the seaside and visited Brighton Pier, which is mostly occupied by a tacky amusement arcade.
The fish soup was a bit of a disappointment. The broth itself was fine, but for some reason the langoustine, fish filet, cockles and mussels were surprisingly lacking in flavor.
I enjoyed the grilled Sussex mackerel on soda bread toast with horseradish sauce--the mackerel from those waters being somewhat sweeter and less oily than what we're used to in the U.S.
When the waiter asked me whether I wanted any dessert I told him the chicken liver parfait was my dessert.