SCAA/USBC: posits, bulleted

April 9, 2006 – 6:08 am


clover’s spent, wet puck
for an added twist of weirdness, check out tonx’s photo of the clover booth at the precise instant that this blog was snapping the above picture.

all you need to know about the u.s. barista championships is that it’s 5:22 a.m. and this blog — long immune to the nocturnal wiles of caffeine — is wide awake. i blame clover, the beguiling new black box that puts an uber-fresh cup of regular-strength coffee in your hands within a minute, delivering a mouthfeel and taste character so extraordinary you just want to stand around and watch the infusion piston lazily “cupping” your coffee for you and swilling entire jugs of various favorite single origins.

two hours after drinking drip coffee, one’s mouth tends to feel as if you’ve gargled rancid skillet wash. two hours after drinking clover coffee, the pointed character of whatever you last ingested is still hanging around, and the mouth feels completely coated. as far as my ladye is concerned, clover makes the leading make-out coffee available on the market today.

i could ramble on, but this device has been panted after and heavily lauded in all sorts of places, so i’ll pull up. clover: easily the scaa convention booth with the most feverish buzz.

otherwise, some general observations gleaned from my first national show:

* don’t ever, ever enter a barista competition and publicly apologize to your parents in the middle of your (frazzled) performance. don’t make a specialty drink without espresso in it. don’t amiably show the technical judge some cool uses of your espresso machine group head for which the manufacturer did not intend. i could go on…

* the ‘third wave’ groupies — particularly east-coasters — are even more clicky than i thought. there are a couple individuals, however, who seem extraordinarily humble and genial. like tonx, whom i met briefly.

* greenville has one passable coffee joint — but it totally depends on who you get to pull your shots. i learned this from moe, a former third-place finisher in the southeast regional competition who pulled some nice shots of toscano for me at counter culture’s booth. from now on, i go to the congaree road location.

* barista magazine, which has been incidental to some good-natured ribbing on this blog, is producing a better product with fewer resources than i could have fathomed. a paid staff of two. writers who are almost all volunteer. impressive.

* the la marzocco gs3: drool. enough said, except that i could seemingly fit that thing in my parka pocket.

* admission to the exhibition. insane. not worth it, in my opinion. i know $60 isn’t bad by trade-show standards, and some trades don’t even admit those not in the business. but this blog found $60 a price it was willing to pay for the one-time experience only. won’t be doing it again. to walk endless aisles of syrups and double-caffeinated coffee gimmicks and thermos variations ad nauseum, it simply isn’t worth it. there should be an amateur/visitor rate. or, there should be a separate rate to watch the competition only. but for a business that’s being pushed in many ways by home junkies, the admission was just goofy. had i not experienced clover, the mood would have been much darker on the drive home.

returning today with the bioluminescent cypriot. more later, including video.