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Sam’s Fowey
Tall, dark and … silver? My hot date for reviewing Sam’s in Fowey was a generation apart from me, and the epitome of a silver fox. Handsome, experienced, and drove a fast car (Audi Quattro – possibly the sexiest car that I have ridden… but with two hands on the wheel, does this make him more lusty granddad than hot older man?)
I have wanted to check out Sam’s for a long while, having heard from the birdies sitting on the grapevine that it was totally rad. In the main street of the tiny village of Fowey sits a place which one might describe as Hard Rock Café meets cool authenticity. A kitsch and vintage foodie haunt that does the best damn burger I have ever had, luscious looking lobster and a whole host of locally caught fish delish.
Refreshingly unassuming, Sam’s Fowey is a cult hit with the locals and the not so locals alike. The genius behind Sam’s, called Sam (I am, who loves green eggs and ham), says that it is his first love. Sam has turned the upstairs of this quirky venue into a cocktail bar and set up a pizza/ seafood joint extraordinaire on Polkerris beach, converting a RNLI lifeguard hut into a gorgeous grub hut, check out Sam’s On The Beach for more info.
As any foodie will know, good food is not all about how much you spend. I had the Samburger Deluxe (£8.50) and couldn’t finish it; while my SF chose fresh from the specials’ board, tuna steak – medium rare (£12.95). The portions were generous and the quality was ace. Sam locally sources his produce and importantly ethically sources his fish – Fish for Thought, Kittows and Plough to Place are some of his suppliers.
Now to the deserts, what really made me happy (and my arteries shudder) was the HUGE dollop of clotted cream that accompanied my hot chocolate fudge cake (£4.50 + 95p cream/ ice-cream); cold bread and butter pudding and clotted cream for my Gentleman Caller – absolutely wicked, tongue-tastic orgasms all round. We of course went for a boozy lunch and drank a couple of glasses of the house wine, which was mighty fine.
This is a true great date hit; first dates will think you are uber cool. To really appreciate the funky music, bottle green and bubble-gum pink 1950s diner atmosphere be prepared for a wait in peak season, Sam does not take reservations, and he is that popular (with damn good reason). Indulge in your inner rock ‘n’ roll and feed on the awesome food, then take your date upstairs for some sensational cocktails and music, a guaranteed winner. Now after that brief tangent, back to my Older Man…
Dating a Silver Fox:
• The sexy car does not necessarily equal adrenaline rush driving
• You may find that you eye up younger models (because let’s face it you could be with your Dad and therefore it is excusable)
• You will both make those conversation blunders of talking about a TV programme that was either before you were born, or what he would deem ‘youth culture rubbish’ (this applies to reality TV in particular, who hasn’t heard of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding?)
• Less talking means that he is more aloof and mysterious, which is how a Silver Fox should be
• You may find that he is older than your own Dad, this will be more of a problem if your SF and Daddy meet – awkward
• No snogging in the booth; he is now far too mature for that – back seat of sexy car is I am sure agreeable at any age
• He is super cool and will turn you on with interesting facts and wondrous travels
• Whatever you do, don’t do the mental arithmetic over wine.
“When I am 30 he will be…Oh GOD!”
Forget this, go to Sam’s and sex it up with food instead!
I just read your article and was in stitches, I may have been on the same date several times in different restaurants around Cornwall. You described it perfectly.. especially the car remark.. they say youth is wasted on the young, well sports cars are certainly wasted on middle aged men!!
My last car ride/ date was in a xk convertible jag.. seems his car only did 0-60mph in 160 seconds rather than the usual 6 seconds haha..