
The Walrus isn’t just a pub — it’s a sprawling, labyrinthine adventure of atmosphere, flavour, and charm. A visit a few weeks ago wasn’t a good one for our authorised press photographer (fringe events) who got a load of abuse from an act (ask a stripper). This act thinks it’s acceptable to demand press pass […]


The Walrus isn’t just a pub — it’s a sprawling, labyrinthine adventure of atmosphere, flavour, and charm.
A visit a few weeks ago wasn’t a good one for our authorised press photographer (fringe events) who got a load of abuse from an act (ask a stripper). This act thinks it’s acceptable to demand press pass on a street (he never said he was press). Then there is security who thinks that GDPR doesn’t apply if he is at work and then stands on the pavement and takes photos. We never did get a reply to our GDPR request, BN1 security insist it wasn’t security.
So I’ve now come in a few weeks later to see if things have improved. I can say I’ve never had any issues with the venue nor did our photographer. It was the act and security who were bad. My colleagues initial review said it was not the venue.
Here is my review.
Tucked away on Ship Street in the heart of Brighton’s Lanes, The Walrus isn’t just a pub — it’s a sprawling, labyrinthine adventure of atmosphere, flavour, and charm. Whether you’re a Brighton local or just passing through, this unique venue leaves a lasting impression.

Downstairs, the front bar has all the buzz of a traditional pub, with a wide selection of craft beers, ciders, and expertly mixed cocktails. It’s cosy yet energetic — a real locals’ haunt with a warm welcome and no pretence. The staff are upbeat and genuinely friendly, always ready with a recommendation or cheeky banter (and I’m an expert on banter).
But venture deeper, and you’ll find hidden dining rooms, a Victorian-style lounge, and the true pièce de résistance — the rooftop terrace. On sunny afternoons, there’s no better spot in Brighton to enjoy a chilled drink and some quality people-watching over the rooftops.
Food-wise, The Walrus hits that sweet spot between pub classics and upscale plates. Their Sunday (and Sunday roasts on Monday, yeah my name for it, gimmick name) roasts are fast becoming legendary — generous portions, perfectly cooked meats, and all the trimmings, served piping hot. The vegan and vegetarian options also go beyond token offerings, with real flavour and creativity.

In the evenings, the venue transforms again. Downstairs, it becomes a bustling bar with live music or DJs, and upstairs, intimate corners are perfect for dates or relaxed catch-ups. The eclectic décor — think vintage taxidermy, dim lighting, and plush velvet seats — makes the place feel like a cross between a Victorian parlour and a secret society clubhouse.
Whether you’re looking for a quiet pint, a rooftop date spot, or a weekend blowout, The Walrus is one of Brighton’s best-kept secrets — until now.