Dublin Cookie Co.

I’ve been away from this blog for a while and here’s why: I had a baby. And here’s what I’ve discovered are the things I want most in my first month of motherhood: extra sleep, lots of lanolin, and comfort food. Extra sleep is a dream not to be realized any time soon, lanolin is a non-glamourous fact of my life now, but comfort food I can certainly have some fun with.

Another fact about new motherhood is the constant questions over how my newborn is doing. Is he thriving? Is he sleeping enough? Too much? Is he too hot or too cold? Is he eating enough? I don’t think these questions will cease to be a part of my life in the same way a good night’s sleep might not happen for a while. However, one way to ease the worry of some of these questions is to go once a week to the community health clinic to get the baby weighed, to meet other breastfeeding mothers, and to talk to a nurse about each little worry I have. This nurse looks at the mothers with a kind eye as she repeats to every single one of us: THIS IS NORMAL.

NORMAL is what you want to hear. And when I do hear it, I want to celebrate. With comfort food.

As well as having a baby, I have also just moved house. The classic combination. We’ve left Rathmines and are now happily set up in Dublin 8. This means my community health clinic is in a part of town I don’t know very well. The very good news is that it is right around the corner from the Dublin Cookie Company.


I’ve been hearing about the Dublin Cookie Company for some time but never had the motivation to get to Thomas Street and see what it’s about. I also didn’t feel that I needed that kind of addiction while I was pregnant. Now that there is literally NO excuse not to go once a week, addiction will be hard to avoid. I’m feeding a child eight times a day, after all.

Dublin Cookie Co is a small shop front on Thomas Street. The smell of Guinness hops hangs heavy outside, but it’s all butter and sugar once you cross the threshold. It’s white and bright and a selection of cookies greets you in the case as you step in. There are plenty of flavours to choose from. You can buy them as single cookies or in boxes of 6 or 13. There are two types of Whoopie Pie cookies, an American classic I was eager to test drive here. I can report that DCC has #nailedit.

I’m a cookie fan to be sure. The sea salt caramel cookies were outstanding. However. My favourite fact about the DCC is the flavoured milks available to go with your cookie. What is a cookie without milk? There’s normal milk, chocolate milk, coffee milk and cookie milk. Coffee milk is a favourite of mine from WAY back. In fact, the last time I had coffee milk I was about twelve years younger. The combination of the coffee milk and the peanut butter and chocolate whoopie pie was, in the parlance of the over dramatic, To Die For.

No, I didn’t try the cookie milk, but the baby is getting weighed again this week and you’d better believe it will happen. Cookies will forever now be associated with my son’s first few weeks. I can’t think of a better start to life.


Dublin Cookie Co.

Dolce Sicily


This week is Italian Week! I did not set out to do that, it’s totally subconscious. I’m reading the Elena Ferrante Neapolitan books at the moment and obviously it’s having an effect.

Dolce Sicily occupies the location once inhabited by Staple Foods, before their move to Grattan Street. Specifically, you’ll find it in Crow Bar in Temple Bar, and much of the furniture and decor is the same as when it was Staple Foods.

The issue with this space is the fact that it smells a bit like a nightclub. It’s got that “nightclub in the daytime” stench that no amount of Italian food can hide. Staple Foods had the same issue.

The majority of the menu belongs to paninis and salads. Perfect quick lunch fair. The paninis are slightly outside of the “normal” parma ham and mozzarella and include items like smoked kippers and egg, or sun-dried tomato and anchovy pesto. There are a variety of breads to choose from in case you are anti-ciabatta. However, if you are really anti-ciabatta there are other non-Italian delis and cafés to visit in Dublin, so maybe try those first?

The cake list is impressive and many of the offerings sit proudly on the bar near the coffee maker. They also sit next to the beer taps. Again, the Pistachio Nutella cake might be more appetizing if you weren’t also forced to wonder if you might like a pint of Tiger beer.

The bar vibe did not stop many people from enjoying lunch, coffees and cakes. In fact, the majority of the clientele was, in fact, Italian. That is always a good sign. The staff is also all Italian. The food is tasty. I hope that all of those big pluses keep Dolce Sicily alive despite the stale beer smell.


Dolce Sicily

Fabulous Fia!


A few of my hipper (not hipSter, hipper) friends had mentioned Fia to me weeks ago. One of them knows the chef/owner. The other of them just knows things. I was cycling back from an appointment the other morning and I realized I could go exactly in the direction of Fia on my way home.

Fia is not exactly in central Dublin striking distance. I like this. It sits in a no-man’s-land on Rathgar Road between Rathmines and Rathgar. When I lived in Dublin in 2001-02 as a Trinity student, there was a shop on the corner where Fia is now. I would swing into the shop on my way up to visit friends in Rathgar and stock up on peanut M&Ms. This corner has some happy food memories for me.

Instead of peanut M&Ms, though, I treated myself to a delicious flat white and some sour dough toast with butter and homemade marmalade. It was an “elevenses” meal, as I was far too early for lunch and had already eaten my breakfast. The lunches looked great, though, as they started to parade out while I got ready to leave.

It’s a simple, small menu, but they’ve picked items that work. The Peas on toast looked especially inviting for a spring afternoon. Good eggs, great cheese and free water packed with mint and lemons: what more does any sweet café need?

The space is simple and light. The bathroom (important for pregnant women of Dublin!) is clean and spacious, and the clientele is mostly middle-aged locals. The staff are upbeat and on it, the prices are fair, and the Peas on Toast will be my next order.




Fabulous Fia!

Little Bird


The South Circular Road between Portobello and Cork Street is really stepping up it’s café and restaurant game. It’s long been home to classic go-tos BiBi’s, Nelly’s, Sister Sadie, and Noshington. Little Bird has recently joined the happy party, located just up from Leonard’s Corner.

Little Bird’s “something different” is the fact that it is a yoga studio as well as a coffee shop. One does not have to do yoga to enjoy the café or drink a coffee to get a free handstand workshop. The two are one, but function independently. Something for everyone! But if you happen to be a coffee drinking yogi, it doesn’t get better than this.

Little Bird has a generous front garden/patio area that faces south. I suspect this will be the scene of many a brunch time rumble on warm days this summer. The other day, even in the weak spring sunshine, five people were sitting out there. I didn’t opt to sit outside, but I was thrilled to find a tiny puppy curled up under a table on a blanket next to my inside table. Yoga, puppies, and good coffee!? They know exactly what is happening in my head!

It isn’t a huge space so if you don’t like puppies, a) who are you? and b) you won’t be able to get too far away from your neighbors. It’s well designed, though, so it feels very comfortable. My favorite detail is the massive glass jugs of flavored water. One day was mint and cucumber or basil. Another day, instead of the basil was thyme and lemon. Hydration Station Taste Sensation. That’s not what it’s called, but it should be.

They serve porridge and scones and toast for breakfast. I had the porridge that arrived with a very generous amount of homemade berry compote and cinnamon on top. Super way to start my day.

I sat there long enough to watch what the early lunchers ordered from the simple, straight forward menu. Open faced sandwiches, a big salad and a soup. Lots of rocket, pesto and sundried tomato options.

The coffee is very good and there is a selection of Wall and Keogh loose leaf teas to choose from. There are also protein balls and various baked treats to keep your blood sugar up pre or post stretching.

I have yet to try a yoga class there, but I have heard the studio is lovely. Any excuse to have a cozy breakfast in a cute neighborhood sun trap, though. Not to mention discovering what new flavors they will create in their tap water!

Little Bird

Farmer Brown’s Lands in Rathmines!


Another weekend, a new brunch spot for Rathmines locals. Farmer Brown’s has migrated up the canal from Bath Avenue Dublin 4* to make it’s home in the cursed location on Rathmines Road across from the Swan Leisure Centre. I use the word “cursed” lightly, ok? I’m not a practitioner of witchcraft, but there is something definitely unlucky about the location. Two restaurants in the past two years have tried to make it work there and nothing has stuck. Is it because it’s set back from the road and you can’t peek inside? Is it because the inside is actually tiny and not very well laid out? Is it because sometimes you walk right past and forget it’s there?

Maybe all of those reasons contribute to the fact that other restaurants have failed, but Farmer Brown’s has a good, solid reputation behind it. They also have twigged the fact that it’s a tricky location because they have gone for the hard sell by putting up HUGE signage which is hard to miss from the road. So fingers crossed the locals will swarm like moths to a giant neon sign.

I don’t think this location would be so cursed if it were not in Ireland. With it’s really lovely sun-trap front patio, it is ideal for warm weather. If it were in Portugal, or Greece, or even France in the summer, I’m sure the place would be hopping. But the fact remains that even on glorious spring days like we’ve enjoyed recently it can be too cold to sit outside. Even in a sun trap. Hence the restaurant immediately loses 50% of it’s space.

The FB’s team has made it look quite retro though, fitting it out with white and yellow tiles and little potted plants. On a sunny morning, it will be great.

We did not visit on a sunny morning, however, and my brunch dates and I crammed into a little table by the door. The place was packed, but it’s packed where there are about 15 people in there. It’s one of those eateries where you want to face a wall, not the room, so as not to see the chaos of people squeezing past each other to get to the service bar for coffees, up the stairs to the bathrooms, or past each other waiting in the queue for food. It’s cramped. That makes it not relaxed.


The coffee is very good and the service was cheerful and pretty quick considering the cramped quarters. The brunch menu is heavy. There is a lot of bread, a lot of hollandaise, a lot of eggs. I ordered off the regular weekday breakfast menu, opting simply for eggs on toast with a side of sausage. Even that was not a casual breakfast. The bread was delicious and really buttery which I appreciated. Eggs are eggs are eggs, and the sausages were fine. I felt full when I’d finished.

C ordered the “healthy option” brunch which consisted of four slices of brown (not white sourdough like I had) toast, avocado (you simply cannot, will not, have brunch in this city without an avocado!), poached eggs, pomegranate seeds (interesting), bacon, tomato bits and rocket. It was also heavy. He was also full when he’d finished. The portions are downright American.


I hope Farmer Brown’s Rathmines will be successful because I feel bad when places are not successful. I am just not sure how much I will be able to contribute to it’s overall success. In my older, more experienced brunching years, I don’t completely enjoy eating such heavy food packed elbow to elbow to elbow with strangers while knowing there are people waiting for my table. I don’t find the popularity relaxing. I know the stodgy brunches will appeal to many living in the area (read: the ones with hangovers on weekend mornings), and those younger and more vulnerable brunchers will surely not have the same issue with overcrowding that I do.

The prices are fair and, as I said, on a sunny day, you’ll get a tan with your eggs. What’s not to love?

Follow the giant sign and get your Rathmines brunch on.


*The original Farmer Brown’s is still on Bath Ave in D4 if you are down that way.

Farmer Brown’s Lands in Rathmines!

Some Irish Made Cold Brew! YES! Welcome CLOUD PICKER!


After our big walk from Greystones to Bray last week, my aunt, cousin and I stumbled out of Pearse Street DART station and into the Science Gallery. The Science Gallery deserves a post of it’s own, so watch this space.

We were going to order a cup (or three) of tea at the café, but I noticed in the glass-doored standing fridge that there were bottles of cold brew iced coffee! I had never seen such a thing in Dublin before. My little heart leapt! I LOVE a cold brew. (not that I have to tell my trusted readers that. Thank you trusted readers 😉 )

Please welcome to the stage CLOUD PICKER COLD BREW!

There were two “flavors” available. They aren’t flavors such as chocolate or vanilla, they are flavored because of the roast and wash of the bean. These guys are serious.

The server at the café told us that most people prefer the “green one”. As there were three of us, and all of us agreed there was no need to have three coffees (it was five in the evening after all), we decided to try both.

I didn’t expect them to taste quite so different. I’m not sure I could taste “plum” of the pink one but maybe I just have a lousy palette. It definitely tasted more citrusy. The green one somehow tasted richer. We voted for green too. Following the herd!

I would recommend trying both, though! Choose for yourself! Life your life!

I am happy to know that these bottles of cool black goodness can be found in a few cafés around the city. I owe the Science Gallery a post, though, so perhaps I shall head back there first!

"Green One.
“Green One.”
"Pink One"
“Pink One”
Some Irish Made Cold Brew! YES! Welcome CLOUD PICKER!

Iced Cubano

The Original Iced Cubano in LA
The Original Iced Cubano in LA

I’m sure that if you have read my blog before, during the summer months especially, you will know that I am an iced coffee obsessive. It’s one of my favorite beverages.

Two years ago C and I went to LA. One of my besties who still lives out there introduced me to The Iced Cubano. She didn’t mean to drive me wild. We didn’t go to The Sycamore Kitchen specifically to get an Iced Cubano, but that was the item that has haunted my dreams since.

The Iced Cubano is:

Two shots of espresso over ice

Cinnamon Simple Syrup

Milk or Half and Half

Simple. I mean, it seems simple enough to do, right? Well, I have spent some time on the recreation of the Iced Cubano in my kitchen nearly 6,000 miles away.

Recently Dublin has had a “heat wave”. I overheard a woman on the street yesterday say, “I can’t get anything done in this heat.” We have yet to crack 80F, but yeah, for Dublin it’s hot. The sun has shone for three days straight.

It is iced coffee weather.

So I think I have nailed it. Here’s my Irish American Breakfast version of an Iced Cubano:

1 tbl pure maple syrup (you can use agave if you prefer, but the maple adds a depth of flavour which I believe you will appreciate. Being from Maple Syrup country, I have to use it.)

1 tbl water

1/2 stick GOOD cinnamon (get the good stuff. Spend the money.)

Cold Press Iced Coffee*

Full fat milk or half and half.**

Step One: For syrup: combine the cinnamon, maple syrup and water in a small pot. Heat to boil, stir often, remove from heat. When cool, store in a bottle or plastic container in the fridge. Keep some of the cinnamon stick with it.

Step Two: Pour a smidge of the syrup into the bottom of a glass (tastes vary, the syrup is very sweet, so be aware). Add your perfect amount of milk or half n half. Swirl to combine.

Step Three: Pour in the cold press brew until the liquid turns your favorite light brown colour.

Step Four: Add copious amounts of ice.

Ice is another one of my bugaboos. There is nothing sadder than making an iced coffee to discover you only have one or two ice cubes in the freezer. To avoid the depths of despair, make sure you ice store is hearty.

This is a very easy way to enjoy a really delicious iced coffee. And yeah, maybe Irish summer is over (sure, we can’t expect it to last forever), but as long as the temp is above freezing, an Iced Cubano is always a treat.

It is my dream that maybe some clever café in town will read this and get it on their menus!

My homemade version. And yes, I did drink half of it before it was photographed.
My homemade version. And yes, I did drink half of it before it was photographed.

*There are many ways to make Cold Press iced coffee, I do it like this: fill one french press with 5-6 heaping spoons of your favorite ground beans. Add cold water over them. Stir vigorously for up to one minute, until you feel the grains and water have combined to a murky sludge. Put the top on the press, but DO NOT press down. Set in your fridge and leave for at least 10-12 hours before pressing and enjoying. It should be stronger than a normal french press coffee, so keep that in mind.

**Have linked to my half and half post from a while back.

Iced Cubano



Yep, it’s here. The perfect healthy pit stop for a busy day on Baggot Street.

Cocu is a tiny shop front right on the busy intersection of Baggot Street bridge. The menu is simple, the food is tasty, and the queues are out the door.

Don’t let that queue put you off; it moves quickly. Standing in line actually gives you a chance to consider what you want  to eat. By the time you are ordering you can do your part to move the queue along because you are prepped and ready.

Like all the burrito places in town (and every town in the Western world), Cuco adopts the assembly line technique of lunch making: pick your protein, salad base, and a “sprinkle” (ie, extras such as herbs, seeds, etc), pay and move along to collect your box of goodness.

Bright, Primary-Color Coded, Tree-House Like Internior
Bright, Primary-Color Coded, Tree-House Like Interior

Cuco shouts from the rooftops (well, chalk-board walls, if we are being technical) about how all the food is locally sourced. Locally sourced food is supremely important to people who eat these days. Five years ago it was calorie count. Before that it was fat content. Today, we all just want to make sure the chicken we are eating came from down the road and suffered the same dark, cold winter we did.

A friend and I sat inside for lunch the other day. This is not as simple as it sounds. There is enough space inside the tree-house style room to sit five people comfortably. Each diner is facing out, staring at the queue. It was like watching a parade of young, healthy professionals pass by as we ate our lunch. If we were looking for handsome young men, we would have been very well off. There are also two tables outside should the weather be cooperating. These also offer prime queue viewing.


She had pulled pork. I had Mediterranean chicken. We were delighted with ourselves for the smart choices we each made and delighted with the salads themselves. We sat and chatted with a shiny two euro coin on our table for about half an hour before I realized that that coin was exactly enough to get us one “raw twix bar”. I simply LOVE eating treats that pass themselves off as healthy. They are “raw” and use almond flour instead of white flour and date syrup and palm sugar instead of white sugar. The raw twix bar was simply delicious, I don’t care what it is made out of. I am glad we split it too; overindulging even on raw treats isn’t smart. We didn’t partake in coffee, but it would have made an excellent accompaniment. The coffee is from 3fE, roasted a mere ten minute walk away. Local!

Sticky Raw Twix Goodness
Sticky Raw Twix Goodness

On a sunny summer day (of which I am convinced there will be many this year), it will be bliss to grab a salad in a box, a raw twix bar (or some other “healthy” “raw” treat) and sit on the canal and watch the world go by.




I am sitting in one hip coffee shop that makes wonderful coffee and writing about another. Clearly I have a charmed, coffee filled life here in Dublin.

Kaph has been sitting happily on Drury Street for almost a year, but I haven’t talked about it here. Honestly, I only walked in recently. It’s a small shop-front that sits between Coco Atelier and an antique jewellery store. Both go very well with coffee.

Nothing decor-wise makes Kaph stand out. It’s a tiny space with extra seating upstairs. It’s always full.


I went with my sister who was after their “perfect no-milk flat white.” Many cafés are getting on the “milk free” option band wagon. Soy used to rule the roost when it came to milk alternatives, but it has been eclipsed by almond and coconut milk.

I am a full fat milk user in my coffee and in life. However, I am always open for a new coffee adventure. So we each ordered this magic flat white. Instead of choosing almond milk or coconut milk, both are used. This doubling up creates the right amount of fat and foam texture. The flat white looked exactly like its milk-filled cousin.The other (very happy) surprise about this version is that it tastes like a flat white. You can still taste the coffee. In the past if I’ve tried a coffee with almond, soy or coconut milk I’ve been distracted by the taste of the milk replacement. I wasn’t this time.

Since then, I have been back for a regular flat white experience. It was also very good. The coffee is strong and the baristas certainly know what they are doing. Kaph serves and sells 3fE coffe.



I always appreciate a café that only has grilled cheese on the sandwich menu. There are other tasty treats (Paleo included, for all you primal eaters) too if you want something sweeter. Kaph is more a grab and go coffee spot. Grabbing coffee here, though, will allow you to be part of the beautiful, hip coffee drinking set. Let’s just see if they can do me a good iced coffee in the coming months. That’s my new bench mark of coffee shop greatness.