20 Oz of Black Gold: Getting Your Coffee Fix in Dublin

You might have heard rumors in your pre-departure planning that Ireland is a tea-drinking country, and the Starbucks in the airport is going to be the last decent cup of coffee you’ll get until you return to the Land of the Free. You get off the plane and, as you’re heading into the city, you look around. You’re searching, desperately, along every street and down every alley. Not for the consulate or Gardaí presence, not for pubs (you’ll find those later, they look better by nightfall); you’re looking for what will be the focal point of your city map, the central position from where you will embark each morning: a good café.