Just rock - although I guess if you bought it in Brighton it would be Brighton rock. Most seaside places would have it. My Great Uncle Jimmy had a sweet factory in Cork, where we used to go every summer and watch all the goodies being made. The raw goo that became rock was basically like crackOriginally Posted by World's End Stella
From my youth in England I seem to recall something called 'Brighton Rock' or somesuch?
It was an enormous cylinder of rock hard sugar that required you to break it into pieces and then suck on it. As I recall, it tasted of nothing but sugar.
Even as a child I struggled to understand the attraction.
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