The net cafe is a relatively simple idea that can all too often become ridiculously over complicated by zealous marketeers trying to connect the habit of web-surfing to coffee drinking and awkward 'easy to use' interfaces that are more apparent than fact. While some net cafe's opt for disabling the right click on your mouse to prevent you maximising your usage by scanning multiple windows at once - the most irritating strand of all net cafes are those that keep a normal windows interface but some how totally fuck with it by preventing the creation of folders, down loading and cut and pasting.

Take a bow Lemon Jelly of Temple Bar, sitting their opposite Cultivate you are perfectly located to cash in on the hushed hippies that do a 9-5 then retreat with panache in to Temple Bar for some ethical shopping and righteous information. As a cafe Lemon Jelly has everything possible going for it, this dark atmospherically relaxed place radiates with attraction. The hum of an air condition fan provides a relaxing under beat to the sedate folk coming from the speakers.

However, add in a remarkably relaxed looking employee that dangerously veers towards the dopey ignoring you for fucking ages at the check out, a net connection where the contention rate is about as fufilling as 32 calves sucking on one cow's udder and you have a net experience to be avoided. They also charge €1.70 if you want to burn CD's like some poll tax on piracy.

Labels: Internet, Rant, Temple Bar