While Angela’s needs booking, its seafront small-plates little sister is walk-in only. The setup may be more casual, but the often pickled or cured dishes are just as good here: silken crab tarts with shortcut pastry, smoked prawns with aioli, raw bream with brown butter and apple. Pair with a Sophie Evans skin-contact Kentish pinot gris and a neon sunset from one of the outside tables looking the Main Sands, and you have something approaching the Margate Dream.

Holder of one of the UK’s first Green Michelin stars, everything’s just so at this little Old Town spot with Thonet chairs and tactile recycled plastic tables – not least the seafood caught fresh from local dayboats, from Thornback ray or skate wing to buttery Dover sole with cockles. The pure vision of owners Lee Coad and Charlotte Forsdike, and head chef Rob Cooper, extends to ceramic dishes made from fish byproduct. A stay at one of the three bright Angela’s Rooms above guarantees a reservation. 

Okay, Margate has more great restaurants than we can mention here, but at a certain point you need to sit on the steps overlooking the Harbour Arm  with a fish supper from Peter’s, which never fails – even when the deals get eyebrow-raisingly good, like £4.50 for flaky haddock and chips. Don’t worry: as the seagull’s also know, it’s still good. If you want to be classy, pair with a Little Swift cocktail or beer from the Xylo microbrewery.  

The Dreamland amusement park is now owned by entertainment giants LiveNation, meaning ever-more serious gigs (like Supergrass with Jake Bugg and The Coral in 2025). Where Else? Is holding up the actual indie side of things, with thoughtful gigs (Anna Erhard, The None) and punchy comedy (Jamali Maddox, Suzi Ruffell), much of it from local promoter Chumps. It’s had financial struggles, so buying a ticket here does more for the town than a trip to Dreamland.