147 Deli


“There’s a new deli with amazing sandwiches on Parnell St,” said C to me one day.

“Parnell St? But when are we going to Parnell St.?”

“Well, if you’re ever in the area, I mean. It’s just good to know.”

My husband knows me well. I do like to know about the good sandwich joints around the city. As luck would have it, we have just rented a room to use as an office. It’s right above Parnell St. Coincidence? I made a trip to 147 Deli last week.

It’s hard to get into 147 Deli because of all the road works. This won’t last, obviously, and if you are in the area, it is worth the trouble. It’s certainly one of the best bets for lunch.


When I walked in, I immediately liked the giant map of Dublin on the wall. I want one. The menu for coffee and sandwiches is on the facing wall over the sandwich bar. There were a few pre-made, pre-wrapped sambos piled under the menu ready to go for the lunch rush.


C had the healthier wrap option and I went for the daily special of chicken, avocado, cheese, lettuce and tomato. They didn’t get it quite right and brought me the steak melt, which I have to say looked amazing. I did ask for my special, though, and returned the steak. My sandwich was hard to eat, but delicious. I would have preferred to have the thick-cut sourdough bread toasted. I’m sure I could have asked if I’d known it was so fresh and crumbly. C was very happy with his choice.


I picked up a coffee on my way out. Standard. Not overly mind-blowing but a good, solid cappuccino. The prices are certainly right: nothing over a tenner and most things under 9. There is a lunch deal where you get a coffee and sandwich for 9.50. If you go for milky coffee creations this is a very good deal.

I wouldn’t make the trip across town for 147 Deli, but I am very glad it that is there for the days when I am in the “office”.




147 Deli

Coppa at the Royal Hibernian Academy


Ok, ok, ok, another gallery I didn’t know existed with another lovely Dublin café. Will wonders never cease? How long have I lived here (five years) and how often have I walked down Baggot Street (many) and how often have I turned up the road to the RHA (never)? Well, I did it today.

My sister suggested we meet there. I’d never heard of it. What? I said to C, “hey, Biz just got me about this awesome café at the RHA. Where even is that?” C said, “oh yeah, Coppa! It’s great! Duck and I used to go there a lot when our office was around the corner.” Ok, so maybe I am the last to know?


I went specifically to go to Coppa. I needed a middle of the day place to get lunch and a coffee and sit and do some writing. Coppa is perfect for this. The modern facade of the RHA, with it’s glass floor to ceiling windows looks out onto “classic Dublin” Ely Place. It’s a quiet, beautiful Georgian street with carnations in the first floor window boxes. CUTE.


Coppa is cozy, but sleekly designed. Good wood, grey details, a chalkboard and a pile of cakes and scones. The coffee is good, the menu is not too large, and I was happy to find a good range of cookbooks to peruse as a form of procrastination.

The clientele looks like a Fumbally overflow: young, busy, attractive Dubliners getting a healthy lunch. All the sandwiches come with soup (which I had. Tomato and basil. Very hearty and lightly spicy) or a choice of salads. The prices are in line with all the cafés in town.


I arrived about 11.30 and it was fairly quiet without being slow. It got properly busy and buzzy at lunch time, then at about 1.45 it started to quiet down again.

I had the smoked salmon sandwich: open faced, beets, horseradish creme, avocado, rocket and a generous helping of salmon. It was all on homemade Guinness and treacle bread. Win.


The only thing that was not perfect was that the service was slow. I wasn’t sure (and I’m not positive they were either) about whether to order at the counter or at my seat. Both times I got up and had to find someone to take my order. It’s busy, but not really busy enough for that nonsense.

On this particular trip I didn’t get to visit the gallery. I will be back though. Coppa is pretty sweet, and from what I saw of the gallery already, I’m itching for more. I love a new Dublin discovery!

Coppa at the Royal Hibernian Academy



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.