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Stray Thoughts: Cafe Solo, A Love Letter

Cafe Solo in it's natural habitat

Cafe Solo in it's natural habitat

“That’s a really good cup of coffee.”

It was a simple statement from a friend. The night before we had been talking about what happens when good design meets function, and him being a computer engineer, we had plenty to talk about. But what sparked his interest the most was when I started talking about Eva Solo’s Cafe Solo.

The Cafe Solo is a simple glass carafe built on the simplest way of brewing coffee. Add coarse ground coffee and then pour water just off the boiling point over it. Stir, insert a top that includes a V-shaped mesh filter that sticks into the neck, wait four minutes, and pour. It works much like a press pot, but without any pressing. On first glance, however, it looks like an old fashioned milk bottle with a tin hat wearing a neoprene ski jacket. It’s a little bit funny looking, like a re-imagined water pitcher to leave on the table during a fancy brunch.

All zipped up

All zipped up

The beauty of the Cafe Solo, however, is the slope of the carafe. When you tilt it to pour, the coffee grounds settle in the corner and don’t move up the neck, making the mesh V-shaped filter negligible. Because of this, the Café Solo simulates the type of extraction you get from a cupping, where the grounds just sit at the bottom. It’s a total immersion brewer, and there’s no other method that makes a cup quite like it — rich, full, sweet and delicious.

Charles, the Coffee Educator at Millenium Park, likes to call it “idiot proof.” What he means by that is that it has the least chance for manual error when brewing out of all of the brew methods Intelligentsia supports. There’s no pouring technique like on a Chemex, and there’s no need to practice your butane burner skills like on a siphon.

As I explained this to my friend while giving a demonstration as he sat at my

It really is a handsome device

It really is a handsome device

counter at my house, he apologized for continuing to ask questions about coffee and what I was doing with the Cafe Solo since it’s something I probably have to do during the week when at work. The thing is, he had nothing to apologize for. In fact, even if he wanted to, he probably couldn’t have gotten me to shut up about that thing.

The thing I’m most excited for when I have a day off of work? Spending my morning drinking coffee on the couch from my Cafe Solo with my dog. And most of the time, it’s so good, I have to make another.

Stray Thoughts: Meditations on Coffee Writing

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A distinct pour, concentric, and technical.

Back when I first starting writing about music, I read a biography about Lester Bangs and came up with a quote where he talked about music and writing. I don’t remember it word for word, but the gist of was that there was nothing more exhilarating than staying up all night listening to music and feverishly writing about it.

Well, when I did stay up all night, it was mainly to play videogames or to watch bad TV. But I understood the sentiment. There’s something awfully romantic about scratching away at a typewriter while experiencing something and directly translating those emotions into words as a way of helping others achieve the same experience. Good music writing should be like listening to a guided museum tour through headphones while sitting in your basement: you should know what it’s all about, have a good amount of background information, but a part of you should be just dying to experience it yourself.

I was recently thinking about whether this applied to coffee as well. Did reading coffee writing really help my experience it better? Is this blog worth maintaining?

My thoughts drifted back four years ago when I lived in Lakeview and went to the Broadway store from time to time. My co-worker at the record store I worked at told me I was dumb for always getting a French Roast all the time because there was a whole world of coffee I wasn’t experiencing. He suggested an African coffee. After buying a bag of Sumatra (and a lesson in geography), I came upon a bag of Ethiopia Yergecheffe.

I was sipping at a cup that I had just made from a french press, and I got an extremely distinct flavor coming through. I wasn’t sure what it was, and so I checked the bag: “melon rind finish” was one of the descriptors and it was exactly what I was getting.

And while a simple, descriptive sentence isn’t exactly a three page diagnostic thesis on the coffee, it perfectly described what I had experienced, and put it into words I could not find myself. Maybe there is something to coffee writing.