I’ve been here before. So has Braley. But Ireland is like that one friend you’re always happy to see again—cheerful, charming, and somehow never annoying. We attempted to go to my beloved coffee art shop not once, but twice, only to be rejected due to a tragic lack of seating. After the second failure, I very calmly (read: aggressively) announced that come hell or high water—regardless of whether another human could drag themselves out of bed—I would be going to the bloody c