The mission to buy good coffee, stay in fancy hotels and live in the lap of luxury might seem like a mission impossible in Ireland but it’s getting better all the time, trust me.
Firstly, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cormac McLoughlin; you might remember me as one of Ireland’s finest newsreaders and former bit-part actor. My fortune earned during my time working as a high-flying journalist/actor has allowed me to spend my days mostly drinking coffee and eating cake both in and out of Ireland.
I do declare, if I were a peasant growing up in Paris around 1789, I probably would’ve been delighted with Marie Antoinette and her curt remark “to let them eat cake”. I do not believe she deserved to lose her head over it all. She was a woman ahead of her time. Coffee and cake is now big business but back then it was the Costa of bread that was the main issue as opposed to the Costa of coffee (all puns intended).
I am not ashamed to admit that coffee is a vice I shall never give up. I sometimes have 3-5 cups a day much to the annoyance of those around me. There’s nothing like a good espresso at 8am in the morning. Dublin can be heaven with coffee at 11 and a stroll in Stephen’s Green. After-lunch cappuccinos are just what the doctor ordered and to wind down, a nice light latte at around 6pm and maybe even a second at 7pm.
Although I realise that as a man, it can be risky business ordering anything but a black coffee or a cappuccino beyond the pale. A waiter (down the country) once had the impertinence to question why I, the customer, was ordering a latte, which he mainly associated with women. So order what you want I say, and to hell with the begrudgers.
As this is an introduction to the finer things in life, I hope you will continue to join me on my extravagant journey.