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.