Total score: 16 out of 50
Saddened by the first wings of the night, we headed to Taste. This place has changed names around 20 times since we’ve lived in Brighton. We assume they change it every time the tax man visits. They failed miserably on provenance by stating that their wings “definitely come from chickens”. But they made up for this piece of world-class banter, by the place being completely devoid of atmosphere and the fantastic customer service of needing to summon the chef from having his fag outside to cook them for us. However, the wings actually tasted good when they arrived and they had the exciting addition of chips! There was a strange selection of sauces in jugs, including a pint of sweet chilli sauce and a finger bowl. To be fair though, go to this place for the sea views, not the wings. Actually don’t go all.