Starbucks

The Starbucks in terminal 1 is centrally located with plenty of space to sit and enjoy a coffee or breakfast while waiting for your gate to be called. The staff is accustomed to the sudden arrival of other passengers creating sudden large queues and are efficient in the quick delivery or well poured coffee. The wait is generally not bad despite appearances at times as they do know how to efficiently manage the queue.

Airport Starbucks.
Overpriced, but near some of the only non-​gate seating in the terminal. So that was a bonus. Quick service and the gal *nearly* cracked a smile. At the airport, I’ll take that!

I don’t understand the Starbucks menu at the best of times. Coffee used to be simple, and I was hoping that in Dublin the brand may have shed some of its more extravagant orange strawberry mocha choca frappuccinos®. But alas, they have ‘em here too. Fortunately they can also recreate a regular drip-​brewed coffee by adding water to espresso. I can’t tell the difference, and it seems a silly affectation to insist on avoiding a filtered pot with this loud, high-​pressure workaround.
And ditto to the reviewers commenting on service. I felt like I was talking to a poorly programmed robot that hated its job.

Absolutely essential if you’re in Dublin Airport. But not for the coffee…
There’s a bank of seats behind the counter out of sight of the rest of the food court. It’s a little hideaway from the hassles of the airport. Just the ticket if you need to pass a bit of time before your flight, or if you need to relax yourself before taking part in the security waltz.

I’m sorry. As an American, I am truly sorry that Starbucks has invaded Ireland. This location in the Dublin airport has all the usual nonsense that we have come to expect from Starbucks the world over — a couple of coolers filled with pastries and sandwiches and sodas, plus overroasted and burnt-​tasting coffee that’s way too expensive.
This Starbucks does not have free wifi (nor does the airport) but they have a sufficient number of seats and tables for your layover.

Oh, bless your boots Landside Starbucks, there’s no where else I’d rather burn my mouth on a hot cup of lava at 8am waiting for check in to open. Sure, that’s looking at the silver lining of waiting around in an airport, but if you need a little consistency in your pre-​travel experience, this is it.
Serving from the uniform menu of Starbucks Corporate, specials and coffees here are made to the same standards as you’d find anywhere in Ireland. That slice of blueberry cheesecake you’ve paid € 3.50 for will be just as tasty here as it was in Swords.
The staff aren’t necessarily ambassadors of Cead Mile Failte, but as there’s very little chance you’ll see them again it’s easy to overlook. Be sure to speak clearly when making your order, while I stick the the aul Tall Americano for simplicity’s sake, himself has returned incorrectly flavoured lattes more than once.
A side note for those stranded for several hours; when the couches and armchairs out front are taken, slip round the back of the kiosk for more (mostly empty) seating.

A delightful branch of Starbucks exists on the first floor of Dublin Airport providing a tranquil place to chill with a coffee if you have got time to kill before a flight or as I have done go there as I have come off the plane from London with my laptop to finish off an urgent piece of work within the more serene surroundings that this Starbucks proffers before heading out into the frenzied city. A plasma TV can be watched from the comfy sofas but is thank fully kept at a subdued volume so not to overbear any conversation you’re trying to have nor disturb your concentration. I have enjoyed both a classic Toffee Nut Latte as well as a more idiosyncratic Dark Cherry Mocha, both tasting sumptuous and certainly very consoling in the often-​frantic milieu of an airport. A commendable stop-​off point, I would recommend this be made part of everyone’s passing in and out of Dublin to add a certain composure to your journey.

Thumbs down from me I’m afraid, but I think it’s only fair to justify it with one commonly accepted fact:
«Air food», airport and plane food, is universally awful. There are no known exceptions in this universe, or, the other three to which I have travelled.
Right, so given that this starbucks is in Dublin Airport I was expecting a pretty poor breakfast, if not a traumatic experience of some kind.
Firstly, the Barista was a bit snappy with me. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t even register. But her tone and manner just grated with the script she’d clearly been forced to learn off. It was really terrible to hear someone so insincere.
I don’t mind. If you’re in a bad mood then, by all means, tell me to fuck off. At least there’s some honesty in that service. And having worked in a deli, I know it’s probably deserved. Anything’s better than a script read with an enthusiasm usually reserved for your first day of forced hard labour in the outer regions of Siberia, or worse, Cork.
Then they got my hot chocolate wrong. I wanted «no cream» to stay, they gave me «cream» to go. Again, this is the type of thing I really couldn’t care less about-​had I not had to fill out a twenty question survey on how I wanted said hot chocolate.
Finally, this monsieur was decidedly unhappy with his croque. It tasted all chemically (yes, that is the technical term) and really wasn’t nice at all.
I didn’t finish it. I am not the type of man who doesn’t finish meals, I finish other peoples meals, dammit, I’m ranked as the 8^th largest cause of world hunger! An unfinished panini is a pretty bad panini.
The chocolate was lovely though, but that’s the least you’d expect from somewhere so proud of their brew.