Red Bean Roastery in Cork

Oh, dear readers, allow me, with righteous indignation and a lofty pen, to report on an event that is both a test of my patience and a testament to the inadequacies of our time! My noble intention that day was to indulge myself with a well-deserved cup of coffee in another establishment, a place that—as it turns out—no longer offers its services. What a disappointment! Closed, irretrievably deprived of my noble anticipation. But all was not to be lost, for my path led me to this establishment, located in a hotel—a place that, I must admit, proved to be exceedingly worthy. Generously designed, with ample space to avoid coming into contact with the common masses, this establishment offered an ambiance that seemed fitting for a gentleman such as myself. With due dignity, I ordered a cappuccino and had it brought to my seat. But alas, what an outrageous mishap revealed itself to my keen eyes: clinging to the cup was a remnant that was not my own—an unspeakable lipstick imprint! A sight that provoked a wave of indignation within me. How can such a lack of care be tolerated in such an honorable establishment? This, I tell you without hesitation, is an outrage against the art of hospitality! Nevertheless, and this is to be fair, the coffee itself proved to be quite tasty and satisfying. Despite the faux pas, I will probably give this place a second chance, in the hope that my criticism will be taken into account and the honor of this establishment restored. A rating of 3 out of 5 stars may seem harsh, but it also expresses my hope that improvement is possible.