Coffee woes

They get me here!

When we first arrived in Dublin, we noticed a French press coffee maker in the kitchen. Brilliant! We bought ground coffee at the grocery store, and Marcus prepared to brew coffee on our first morning in our new digs. But the French press was broken. He took one look at my mournful, jet-lagged face. “I’ll make it work,” he promised. It wasn’t easy, but he did. (Never travel without an engineer.) 

I messaged the friend of our host* who had checked us in: Coffee maker broken. His reply: No worries! I’ll replace it today. 

*Note: The owner of our apartment was out of town, so she had her friend greet us on arrival, something not uncommon in the Airbnb world.

We were out sightseeing all day. When we returned to the apartment, there was no new coffee maker. Had we missed him? Was he reluctant to enter the apartment without us here? I messaged him. Him: Yeah, my car broke down. Sorry. I’ll deliver it tomorrow. Us: Thanks! Hope you and your car are okay. On our second morning, Marcus managed to work his coffee magic again. That evening a sparkling new French press sat on the kitchen table when we returned home. Us: Thanks so much! Him: No worries! Anything else you need, just ask.

So I was a bit mystified when we checked out a week later and the host sent me a message. Her (not Him): Your incessant demands for a coffee maker were OTT [over the top]!!! I supplied instant coffee for you to drink.

Okay, let’s not even address the “incessant demands” comment and get to the crux of the matter: Instant? Really? Do they even make that anymore?

A few days later I was reading an Irish novel to Marcus in the car (to keep his mind off the single-track roads and blind curves), and I came to a part where the main character, who is British, reflects on the fact that the Irish don’t know how to brew a decent cup of coffee. They just drink instant. Yikes! I didn’t know the protocol. Maybe I did overstep my bounds!

Wait a minute! What about all those coffee shops I’ve seen in every town we’ve visited. I can’t drink caffeine after my two morning cups, so I’ve never tried the shops, but walking past them I smell real, brewed coffee. And then I recalled our visit to Starbucks just hours after we arrived in Ireland, while we were waiting for Tourist Information to open so we could stow our luggage for the day. [Passing time: Dublin, Day 1] I nursed a cup of coffee for an hour while we waited. What I declined to say was that the coffee was so bad I could barely drink it. After an hour, I finally threw it out. And I thought Starbucks would be a sure thing.

We are now the proud owners of an Irish French press. We bought our own. We continue to brew coffee wherever we’re living, and I’m a happy camper. These blogs are powered by Java, in more ways than one!

10 thoughts on “Coffee woes

  1. When Clarence was in Australia with the National Guard twenty-some years ago, they had nothing but instant coffee. He said it was in a squeeze tube and was awful.

  2. I’ll bet you get a lot of comments on this one! Good for you for getting your own, as it seems you may be doomed in your future accomodations for coffee if you didn’t bring your own! That is interesting, would never have figured it.

    I can’t believe that lady – I would certainly tell Airbnb about her. You could leave a bad review, but then she’ll leave you a bad one too.

    Carry on!

    • Yeah, we’ve stayed in probably one hundred Airbnbs by now all over the world, and this was the first one that offered us only instant coffee. I guess it’s a cultural thing. Who knew???

    • I know! I thought it was a standard piece of kitchen equipment that happened to be broken. I also tell hosts when light bulbs are burned out, but they don’t get mad at me for demanding light bulbs! And this being our first Ireland apt, I thought they’d all have coffee makers. I didn’t know about the instant thing. But then our second apt had instant too. That’s when we went out and bought our own. Live and learn!

    • No, but hosts are usually very amenable to requests, as long as they’re reasonable and it’s something they think future guests would use too. They really don’t like it when you don’t ask for something, and then mention it in the review. Looks bad for them. Technically I didn’t ask; it was offered. And I would never demand. But I guess people have different ways of interpreting things…

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