I was a barista back in the day. I say ‘barista’ but I couldn’t grow a moustache, and I made inconsistently questionable coffee.
T’would have been 1999, just back off the boat from some English educational facility, and throwing beer, wine and coffee out of a bar in a basement in Dublin 2. Late nights followed by some very, very late nights. Great times.
So Simon owned the restaurant with his brother, and it was jammed – all very new young Dublin. Nearly 20 years down the line, and he got
woah there – not so fast cowboy