Cookieboy

You'll smell the butter and brown sugar from halfway down Stephen Street Lower, which is your first clue that this isn't just another café trading on Instagram appeal. The cookies here are proper thick American-style affairs - think soft centres with crispy edges that actually justify the queue of office workers from the surrounding Georgian streets. The coffee's sound too, pulled with the kind of attention that suggests they take the whole operation seriously. You're not paying Temple Bar tourist prices either, which makes the morning ritual of a proper cookie and decent flat white feel sustainable rather than special occasion. The space itself is compact but never feels cramped, with enough seating to actually sit down rather than hovering awkwardly by the counter.