Keiran Cooke writes of the sad demise of Bewley's in Dublin here.

Excerpt:

Now Bewley's - once described by the Irish poet Brendan Kennelly as "the heart and hearth of Dublin" - has closed, another victim of rising rents and changing tastes in the Irish capital. Goodbye to romantic memories of sitting in front of the fire and gazing dreamily out into an eiderdown of fog. Goodbye to the ghost of James Joyce, licking his fingers over sticky buns and drinking the only cup of coffee in the country that didn't taste like heated-up bog water.