Not surprisingly, Brighton's two best restaurants serve Indian food. One, Indian Summer, is run by authentic Indian people; "the chef adores cricket," claims the menu. Can't argue with that; authentic Indian for sure. The other, The Chilli Pickle, is run by posh student totty. Yet it's the Chilli Pickle that wins all the plaudits, including mine. The food is fantastic; it had me in tears. Strange flavours, pushed deep into the background of Indian cuisine for so long, suddenly thrust themselves into the limelight. Cardamom and fennel take centre stage; they caress the taste buds; they tickle the fancy. Nothing along the Curry Mile is as good as this. Nothing! What a depressing thought. I don't blame the restaurants of course; I blame the customers; so intensely afraid to remove themselves from the murky underworld of a chicken tikka masala or a bhuna. Why not try something new? Both Indian Summer and The Chilli Pickle would never serve such crap.
From this day forth, whenever I find myself driving through Rusholme i'll be wishing the Curry Mile stretched all the way to Brighton. You are more than welcome to join me.