COLOURFUL PUBS MIGHT BE DUBLIN’S BIG SELLER BUT THE CITY ALSO HAS SOME HIDDEN GEMS BEHIND THE BRIGHT FACADES
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.
As the readers of Crumbs of Rain know, I come from the land of reindeer, rye bread and Restaurant Day. If you’re Irish, I bet you already know what needs to be known of reindeers and rye bread (I’m realistic here, there’s not much to know), but do you know about Restaurant day?
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.
On weekends, the chatter in Stag’s Head is so overpowering that I can barely hear myself thinking “gosh it’s crowded!” while looking around – in vain – for an available seat. That’s why my joy was limitless as on one stormy night me and my friends got a brilliant idea to have one last nightcap (a bottle of red wine ) before calling it a night. We happened to be around Dame Street. And it was Monday. And the time was…well, I have no accurate notion of the time, but it was late, so I thought that this was my opportunity: to Stag’s Head!
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.
Few months ago I happened to pass by an advertisement which made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.
In every city, there is at least one street which is known for its quality coffee shops and restaurants. One of these streets in Dublin is Capel Street.