MEO Brighton — Restaurant in England

I stopped in for a late-morning vegan breakfast and left absolutely delighted. Everything on the plate was fresh, colourful, and perfectly cooked—crispy golden hash browns, rich sautéed mushrooms, grilled tomatoes bursting with flavour, and creamy scrambled tofu done exactly the way I love. The sourdough toast was a lovely touch, warm and perfectly crusty.

The café itself has such a welcoming atmosphere—bright, airy, and filled with the gentle hum of people enjoying their day. Staff were friendly and attentive without ever rushing me, and the coffee was excellent: smooth, rich, and served piping hot.

It’s rare to find a spot that combines great food with genuinely warm service and a relaxed vibe, but this café nails it. Whether you’re after a hearty vegan breakfast or just a cosy corner for coffee and conversation, I can’t recommend it enough. I’ll...

Discovered this little Gem of a place serving FABULOUS food!

The staff are friendly, happy and super nice.

We liked it SO MUCH it became our daily habit to pop in and try as many things on the menu that we could. There is something for everyone carnivore or vegan, delicious food, fresh ingredients, generous portions and excellent coffee.

When you eat in a place that the owner operates, you can tell when they themselves are passionate about good food, and at Meo Cafe they most certainly are. The Mushroom, caramelised onion and cheese sandwich was mouthwatering, Personally I could not get enough of the Shashuka and the toasted sour dough bread, and am so glad I got to try the creamy Persian Eggs! if only I had more room to have tried the many pastries! Thank you. Great experience! Recommend! 5 Stars...

Went here for breakfast and had the Turkish eggs, I’ll be honest it was a tough scran to say the least. While I appreciate the artisan breakfast trend is all the rage some things really just take the Micheal. Our waitress managed to master the art of taking our order without saying a single word. After that delightful lack of small talk the Turkish eggs made their arrival. It was to my surprise that these eggs were actually just one singular egg in a bowl of about 3 metric tonnes of yoghurt and an anorexic slither of bacon. Bewildered, shocked and frankly quite sad I soldiered through. I paid the £15 bill and found a singular tear trickled down my disappointed face. I left Meo and fell to my knees, knowing I had started the worst...