The Bald Barista is a coffee shop on Aungier Street in Dublin. It’s a small place with seating for about 20 people and a somewhat inefficiently arranged service area to the front. Inefficient because takeaway customers don’t have a reliable flow space in which to order and wait for their coffee. For this reason, I’m a little turned off.
But that’s more than made up for by the ever-pleasant, more-bald-than-me Ausie making my coffee. The space wasn’t so chaotic this morning at 09:55, so we had time and space for a quick chat. He chats to everyone regardless, but today it was me who had time.
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