Espresso
House blend, two shots, thick crema.
Open today 7:30 – 18:00
Rowan & Bean is a bakery and espresso bar, thirteen seats and one oven. Everything on the shelf is mixed, proved and baked in the room behind the counter — the sourdough goes in at five, the pastries come out at half seven, and when a tray is empty it stays empty until tomorrow.
The corner window, drawn from across Kinsale Street.
Three of us, one oven, and a levain older than the lease.
Aoife Rowan and Peter Ncube opened the shutters in March 2014 with one oven, one grinder and a borrowed till. Everyone assumes we are named after Aoife. We are not — it is the rowan tree that leans over the front door and drops berries on the pavement every September. The bean half is Peter's fault.
Nothing here arrives frozen in a van. The levain is the one we started with in 2014 and it has been fed every day since, Christmas included. The coffee is roasted by two people in Inchicore, bought the week it is roasted, and dialled in twice a day — if it tastes wrong at four o'clock, that is ours to fix, and we will.
We are not trying to be a restaurant. There is a short menu, a bench by the window and a stack of newspapers nobody ever folds back. Stay as long as you like.
Baker and co-owner. In at 4:40, hands in dough by five, gone by two.
Coffee and co-owner. Roasts on Tuesdays, dials in the grinder at opening and again after lunch.
Pastry, Wednesday to Sunday. Laminates on Wednesday, danishes Thursday, two trays of knots on Saturday.
Six things that are on the counter most weeks. Illustrated rather than photographed — the light in here is far too good for a phone.
We do not run a loyalty card or a points scheme. People mostly just keep turning up.
I came in for a loaf and stayed for a second coffee. Nobody has ever once made me feel like I should move on.
Best flat white south of the river, and the sourdough is worth the queue.
We order six tartines across the bridge every Thursday. They are always out of the oven when we arrive, and Marta remembers what the office does not eat.
Answering them here saves everyone a queue at the till.
At weekends, for four or more. Ring us and we will hold a table for fifteen minutes. Any other time, just walk in — we would rather keep the seats for people who are already here than hold them for people who are not.
Yes. We deliver wholesale on Tuesdays and Fridays to a handful of places between here and Portobello. Email wholesale@rowanandbean.example with what you would need and we will send the list and the prices.
We cannot honestly call anything gluten-free: it is one small kitchen and the flour gets everywhere. There is a dairy-free cake most days, and the filter and the espresso are as they come. Ask at the counter and we will tell you exactly what is in front of you.
250g bags of whatever is on the grinder, €13. We will grind it for your pot or your machine if you ask, though it holds up better whole.
The street is metered until 19:00 and the wardens are prompt about it. There is a multi-storey five minutes away on Baggot Street, and the Green Line stop is a four-minute walk. Most people cycle — there are stands on both sides of the door.
On the corner where Kinsale Street meets the canal path. Thirteen seats inside, four on the pavement when it is dry.
Bank holidays 9:00 – 14:00. The kitchen stops at 15:00 on weekdays, and we close for a week in January to fix the oven and paint the door.
Tables of four or more at the weekend, please — ring or email and we will hold it for fifteen minutes. Smaller groups, just walk in; there is usually a seat by the window or at the end of the counter.