Provender & Family in Dublin

Outstanding coffee and lovely service! 🫶

Good sandwich, staff not so friendly.

Lovely cafe! Awesome cappuccino

I had a hazelnut oat flat white with a HUGE sausage roll, it was totally worth it. Then came the orange juice with that damnnnnn pulp, fresh as hell. You know I had to take care of my sweet tooth, so I got a chocolate chip cookie and left half of it in the tip jar for the barista to enjoy (I hope they didn't get rid of it). Other than the food, the people were nice. The barista, too, if you really want to know. Shoutout Gareth. G fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji

What a gem of a place close to Heuston Station. If you like good food, nice coffee and friendly service. This is your place. Thanks for a nice lunch today :)

Hello ladies, Brian here. You may remember me for my much-celebrated (and glowing, might I add) review of the fine establishment that is Provender and Family which I wrote a few months ago (it must be nearly a year now, God be merciful). Well, I’m back in the neighbourhood (by the way, if any raven-haired barristresses are looking for a romantic companion, I’m as single as John the Baptist), and hungry for more. A bit peckish after my morning constitutional, I happened upon the quaint, inviting cafe once again, and thought to enjoy an early “petit-déjeuner”, as the French are wont to say. I also desired to recreate my classic order. After a few orbits of the cafe (one imagines a carrion bird circling the carcass of an ungulate), I managed to squirm inside (swarms of Metrolink taskmasters and collarette-clad barristers notwithstanding) and immediately ordered an ice-cold americano from Clara, one of the many talented baristas working therein. OH MY GOD!!! I gulped down the ebony nectar as a castaway would quaff a coconut; with seething eyes I imbibed, and was almost instantly gratified. Then, on to the main course: the Famous Tuna Melt. Angela cooked it to mouthwatering perfection, and after a cursory appraisal, I dug in. One minute and twenty-two seconds after that first bite, only crumbs were left where tuna once lay in serried ranks between toasted batch slices. The sun was shining, and my stomach, in which was intermixed icy coffee and warm, sluicy fish, was restored to bulging fullness. Then, for dessert: a slice of orange and polenta cake. I wish I could describe its flavours, for after consuming that morsel of spongy goodness, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep from which I have just awoken, alone, cold, and considerably sullied. It’s 9pm in the evening and I’ve missed the last train to Galway. Another great experience regardless! I will surely be back to leave another praiseful review the next time I scrounge together enough pounds to make the journey eastwards.

Great ☕️. Excellent sausage rolls, the vegan one too (especially with relish). The flatbreads are tasty, if a bit small for lunch. The Peruvian chicken sandwich with the orange and fennel salad is delicious.