Arcade anarchy meets dark circus and quirky coastal at MEATLiquor Brighton, where pattern-riot rules...
BY SOPHIE DAVIES
Brighton restaurant MEATliquor pushes pattern clash to its limits, with multi-coloured and monochrome motifs wrapping around walls, floors and ceilings. It’s a saucy yet sinister mix of surface prints, from clowns to sculls, steam-punky sailors, waltzers, helterskelters and evil eyes, which fits this hedonistic British beach town to a tee.
London- and Singapore-based interior architects Shed has curated a whirligig of fairground, arcade and circus influences, teamed with a raw, industrial warehouse vibe. ‘MEATliquor Brighton lives and breathes its seaside surrounds,’ the designers explain. ‘We wanted to ensure we brought every inch of Brighton’s energy into these interiors.’
Responsible for the brand’s three London branches in Marylebone, Covent Garden and Hoxton, Shed again commissioned South Coast design studio ilovedust to create the fantastical illustrations. Channelling Brighton’s kooky maritime history, they include a tattooed deep-sea diver on a giant lightbox at reception. The bar is clad in silvered pine (reminiscent of the town’s weathered pier), walls are slathered in black and white fly posters and call-card graphics, and a 13-metre printed vinyl rug dominates the den.
There’s a nightclub feel, even at lunchtime, aided by rockabilly tunes, ‘peephole’ wiremesh-lined glass table tops and naughty-but-flirty caged private booths, running along one side of the sultry space. Throw in pink fluorescent strip lights, a red neon dancing flamingo-girl and a cheeky yellow illuminated SIN sign and you’ve got the ideal environment for consuming meat and liquor, southern States style.
The Fizz tucked into Cajun-inspired Gunpowder Shrimp and Hippie Fries, washed down with a Brown Cow (old-fashioned root beer float). There’s also a serious line-up of whisky here, from 10-year-old Scottish Talisker to Japanese Suntory. The nostalgic fun doesn’t stop at the food, though, with a dedicated radio channel playing retro tunes. Even a visit to the loo is a trip; don’t miss the clowns on WC doors and corridor of distorting fairground mirrors opposite. Or did you just indulge in one Meatjito too many?