Cormac & Craig MON19JUNE23
affles are, of course, merely pancakes with abs, but there’s 
something deliciously devilish about this particular dough-based delight.
about during all those long, lonely, lockdown, nothing-to-do nights back when Mother Nature sent us all to our rooms.
From day one, The Waffler had queues out the technicoloured gates…
“And that was such an amazingly bad feeling,” deadpans Craig. “The only thing was, we knew we had something very special here, and that meant we were willing to jump through all the hoops and An Bord Pleanála labyrinths to open in Greystones again. No matter how long it took…”
It took two long years. And yet, neither Cormac nor Craig seemed to have lost their hair. Or their sunny disposition.