We shoved our heads right up to the window to see if it was open. It was. In we went. There were no other customers, just one solitary man, reading a paper. It turned out he was the owner, waiter and barista. He was still reading his paper as we took our seats. On our table; two menus (breakfast and lunch). Danny chose potato skins from the lunch menu. The man left his paper and shuffled over. Mute, he stood at the side of me whilst Danny ordered. I had no idea what I fancied. I dithered, picked up the breakfast menu, scanned it and felt under pressure, whilst Mr An Corcan stood over me. Danny later said that he may as well have been tapping his feet waiting for me. I chose the breakfast bagette, which consisted of bacon and scrambled eggs shoved onto a toasted bagette. I asked for well done bacon and 2 Americano coffees. The owner quickly got back to his paper. Food arrived promptly, we tucked in, chatted and once we'd got our waiter's attention away from his paper; ordered a second round of coffees. We remained the only clientele. Danny engaged him in conversation by asking him how long he thought it would take us to drive to Killarney. Without moving his lips, or seemingly his mouth, he told us it would take a local an hour or so but it would take us longer as we weren't used to the roads. Soon we were on our way to Killarney (it took me two hours to drive there) and later that night, back in Waterville we found ourselves in O'Dwyers pub scoffing Irish Stew. "There's that bloke from Ann Corcoran's", I said. He didn't acknowledge us. We visited An Coran several times during our stay in Waterville as the food was bloody lovely (best well done bacon ever) but we always referred to it as Ann Corcoran's.
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