Coffey’s Pastry Case

Very dated self-​service tea house. The upstairs looks out over the boats on the shannon, a welcome distraction from the dated, grim interior. Mix matched cups and saucers, heat rings on the heavy, awkward tables. The chairs are uncomfortable and cumbersome. You sip your latte hoping that this place has some saving grace. Nope. More milk than ‘coffee’, your friend nods grimly as their americano lacks anything that resembles coffee as we know it. Biting into your dry, shriveled éclair you wonder why this place has remained in 1982, a relic of the last recession. The sort of tired place that could only exist in the west of Ireland, where some towns don’t seem too keen to modernize. A last resort in a town that severly lacks a decent tea shop.