Tall sash windows, lofty ceilings and distressed furniture and floorboards give The Orange its on-trend weathered good looks. The lovingly restored corner-sited Georgian building (a brewery in a past life) comes flooded by light and looks out over Orange Square, its bustling ground-floor bar delivering ales like Sussex Best, or well-chosen wines and seasonal cocktails to a well-heeled Sloaney crowd in its labyrinth of character rooms. Upstairs and downstairs this is one stylish, all-occasions affair, with a slightly more formal restaurant on the first floor and fashionable boutique bedrooms above. Smiley, clued-up young staff ferry dishes to and fro, the modern European menu changing with the seasons; take an opener pork, fennel and manchego scotch egg (with romesco sauce), and after that, maybe one of the wood-fired pizzas (Laverstoke Farm buffalo mozzarella, tomato and basil perhaps) or mains like Anglesey mussels in a bouillabaisse sauce with pomme frites. Of the four country-chic bedrooms – all pastel beige and sage green with lightwood floors, king-sized beds and marble bathrooms – one has a bathtub and pitched-roof ceiling crossed by beams. Breakfasts are a must.