I don’t know why the three of us in a car always makes for an eventful day. Since it was rainy and wet on Easter Monday, we decided that we would take our time getting back to Welly which essentially translates to numerous stops at cute little cafes along the way for tea, chai lattes, and cakes of all sorts. After several hours behind the wheel, I was finally able to pull into a truck stop which left much to be desired as far as the cuisine went. After choking down a rather unpleasant breakfast, we were on the road again.
The next stop was in Shannon when we spotted what look like a cute little and pulled into the first available parking spot. Before stepping out of the car, we noticed that there was a teenage boy who was kicking a dog and the girl with him was giving us the skunk eye. Yes, there was 3 of them and they were only teenagers but the sensible Welsh girl spoke up and said, “Maybe we should just keep going as the last thing I need is to get my head kicked in!”. That was all we took and we were back on the road.
Luckily we spotted another sign for a cafe shortly after that but were little shocked to find out it was in a garden centre. Where we in for another treat like the meal we had at the truck stop? Well we desperately needed to nip into the loo so good or bad, we were stopping. Much to our surprise, the Quarter Acre cafe was amazing. The food was fresh and amazing. The service was unbelievable. It was everything that we were hoping for and would never have discovered it if it wasn’t for the teenage thugs in Shannon. The owner of the cafe even gave us apple/feijoa pies for the road as we were in for bumper to bumper traffic for the rest of the drive. It was the perfect little retreat with a wooden fireplace to boot that gave us the much-needed break from the grueling drive ahead.