The Trellis
It is a blisteringly cold day. A little bus adventure brings us to Rottingdean. Rottingdean is a quaint little English village near Brighton. “What do you want to do?”, she asks. “I want to go to a tea house with doilies on the table”, I say.
Off we go, and it is not long before we find the Trellis. The restaurant is completely chock a block with chintzy tea pots and more knick knacks than a car boot sale. You can’t look anywhere without spotting a brass cannon, or a ceramic greyhound. Behind and on the counter, precarious stacks of mismatched saucers, tea cups and tea pots.
We choose cake, and a cream tea with scones, made by the owners daughter. It is perfectly divine, along with the steaming pots of tea.
@TheTrellisRestaurant