The glorious Gorge

Along with the local Burger King (where we used to smuggle in packets of Jammy Dodgers to drink with our three cups of tea), this cafe / restaurant was a favourite haunt back when Matt, Dom and I were art students in Plymouth. Named The Gorge, its bright orange walls and ceilings are meant to look like caverns, and are modelled in what looks like Blue Peter-style papier mache.