I grew up just a few yards from here in Nile Street and always enjoyed the Dickensian atmosphere of this small Georgian gem of a pub in the 70s despite the appalling Watneys beer and the fact that you usually had to climb over or around people to get to the bar (I said it was small). This part of Brighton was far less crowded then than it is now and most of the surrounding businesses were offices or antique shops, not bistros or wine bars, so at night the streets were almost empty. On a cold windy night this was a perfect place to be and I used to imagine Sam Weller telling Pickwick stories of his experiences in here over "Brandy and water, hot" or "Shrub" or some similar long forgotten drink of the early Victorian age. There were a rafish bunch of regulars too, often in the antiques game, who must have long since retired or passed on. From the photographs it seems to have survived the past 30 years well although the hanging baskets seem a bit twee but its nice to have the Cricketers (lovely name too ) still around in a world of "theme bars" and "fusion cuisine".