Few months ago I happened to pass by an advertisement which made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
It had been a long, almost an eternal winter in Dublin, and I had passed my evenings watching some old-time favourite cinema classics of mine. One of them was the Godfather trilogy, which promptly plunged me into a deep obsession of investigating Dublin’s Italian food scene – a visit to Terra Madre was part of these investigations.
After noticing the offer in a banner outside the café, I stepped into the small Caffe Cagliostro, and asked the waitress to which pastries the offer was referring. She pointed at some odd lumps on the counter, and then added that also muffins are included. The muffins looked moist and big and very tempting… but as I was hoping to get into the library in time, I had to skip the muffins as I always try and live up to me literary hero’s, Oscar Wilde’s wise words what it comes to eating muffins:
“Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.”
I told the waitress I would give it some thought, and moved towards the other goodies in the vitrine. The waitress turned back to her work, which was preparing five take away orders. Behind me, I could hear a low murmur in Italian and from the speakers some loud indie music.
Finally, I made up my mind and settled on a piece of apple pie and cappuccino and sat down by the window. While I sat there, happily munching the apple pie, the café was visited by many Italians to pick up some coffee or just to have a little chat with someone they happened to know. Next to me two Danish ladies were frantically scrolling their phones and taking advantage of the coffee shop’s WiFi. In front of me, a man went out for a cigarette in between his espressos – in total, three of them.
I will return to this relatively dim corner in Dublin’s Italian Quarter – if not for the muffins, for the interesting gallery of people passing by.