When moving into an unfamiliar city, it is nice to see how the old routines are being folded and left to dust in their drawers, and new rituals taking their places. In Dublin, the cosiest rituals included long breakfasts in Brother Hubbard and walking around the sunny city. I haven’t yet managed to find a similar source of Bircher muesli in London, but the coffees, cakes and dumplings from Herne Hill’s Sunday Market make up for this lack just splendidly!
Dublin’s most mouth watering black stuff: 3 Cups of Coffee in Temple Bar.
Last week I decided to take an afternoon off. The day was sunny, finally, and my freelancing work for the week had, yes, finally, reached a point when I could relax for a few hours in the afternoon and treat myself with a cup of coffee in town.
After returning to Dublin from my native country Finland, I felt a bit homesick: it was so nice and cosy to enjoy the fresh, frisky air outdoors and still stay warm indoors – few of the things I miss living in Dublin are the 3-glazed windows and central heating. After 12 days and over 2000 kilometres of driving, the Finnish holiday culminated in a mini-trip in Helsinki, a city well-known for its art nouveau architecture, wide and clean streets and promptly working public transport.
I have found a new vice in Dublin.
It is the coffee in Vice which lures me to leave my habitual paths and take a detour, stop, sit down, forget whatever I was supposed to do, and sip on those black drops of angels’ tears.
Everyone wants to live in Cape Town! At least if you ask the South Africans. And I do not doubt it: behind the scenes Cape Town has worked its way up as one of the top destinations for sun craving holidaymakers and sophisticated cosmopolitans alike.
Welcome to follow the coffee crumbs across the Town!
Bachelors Walk is a street running along the river Liffey. Its cityscape is dominated by the delicate Ha’Penny Bridge and a parade of popping umbrellas. But the street with a somewhat romantic name is not, nevertheless, named to celebrate unmarried men, but after “some long dead capitalist named Batchelor.” The street name’s unromantic associations aside, you find one of Dublin’s most romantic basement restaurants here, the Italian Terra Madre.
Stay tuned for my ultimate coffee trail in Cape Town – I still get the shakes reminiscing over the voluptuous coffee consumption on that particular trip!
Few months ago I happened to pass by an advertisement which made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman living in a strange new country must be in a want of chocolate cake.