If you should ever find yourself in Brighton, you should really pay this place a visit.
Because where else (on Saturday) could you go in search of an art deco drinks trolley, and instead come out with a 1930s nightdress monogrammed with your very own initials? Exactly.
While we're on the subject of my current/adopted home city, perhaps you could follow this up with a trip to the Rock-Ola, as I did, for pancakes and a go on the free jukebox.
In fact, if you're in Brighton and you're hungry, here is an article I wrote about where you might want to go, with a few other random ideas chucked in as well.