Although Samphire kinda sounds like your average quiche and lentils 70’s vegetarian joint. Instead it’s pretty much the best vegan fast food place ever. I’ve snuck in here once before but all Kate got was a take away piece of cake. Time to visit together.

After a warm welcome we were sat next to the record player. It was playing Sinatra and we would have changed it if we could only decide on the same music.

‘Abba?’

‘God no.’

‘Simon and Garfunkle?’

‘No way in hell. Oh look, Madness!’

‘No.’

Is being sat next to the record player the leading cause of divorce? Not with Samphire’s excellent menu to distract us. Samphire sell all sorts of awesome. Crepes, pizzas, buckets of chicken, and burgers. You know I can’t resist a good burger.

I went for the Deep South. Two pieces of my new favourite fired chicken (with apologies to V-Rev. I still love you) a whole mountain of slaw, a slice of tomato and some of that lettuce that’s absolutely perfectly sized for a burger. There was some deconstruction involved before I could slap that top bun on and get the thing in my mouth. I removed the tomato, because I think it’s gross, and went the colourful veggie packed slaw. I only have three words to describe it. They are all nom.

On the side of my giant burger I had some dirty fries. Technically they were ordered for us to share. Hosin Poison: fries with crispy duck, hosin sauce and spring onion on top. Unfortunately Kate decided she didn’t like hosin sauce so I had to eat them all by myself. I had to take a few of them home in a box but I’m proud to say that at the end of the day I’d ate the lot of them.

Kate ordered the burger I had last time: Meatball Mania. Pretzel bun, meatballs, marinara sauce, pesto and a topping of their sharp cheddar. Other vegan meatballs go to sleep at night wishing they were these vegan meatballs. Perfect.

We were so full from our feast that we didn’t need to eat dinner. Well except for the two whoopie pies we bought to go. Samphire is THE place to go for vegan fast food in South Devon.