Thursday, June 10, 2010

Lost In Time: Marco Uber Boiler


Counter Culture's Tech Wizard Brian Ludviksen and the Uber Boiler.

Finally had the chance to play with the Marco Uber Boiler without the torrent of crowds at SCAA, and get a real feel for the boiler. Straight to the point, I'm not terribly impressed.

I've been anticipating the Uber Boiler since James Hoffmann started touting its virtues over a year ago. Almost a year ago, I contacted James and the Marco company for specifications on the updated Uber Boiler because I intended to use it in project hampden. In fact, the brew bar at Spro Hampden was designed and built to accommodate the Uber Boiler. Its interior cabinet dimensions are spec'd to house the Uber exactly.

Unfortunately, production delays and a general inattentiveness towards email inquiries led me to purchase and use a Fetco water tower instead. Guess if we're not world champion baristas we're not that important.

Then I heard about the Uber Boiler's cost: £3900 or roughly US$5,800. Good Lord - isn't this thing just a water boiler? Do I get fellatio for that kind of money???


The Uber Boiler in the early stages of boiler recovery.

Then I heard that Counter Culture was bringing their Uber Boiler up to the La Marzocco Out of the Box event for the hand brew Death Match competition and I was able to spend some time observing and playing with the Uber Boiler, sans fellatio.

First off, it's a gorgeous piece of stainless steel equipment. I long wondered about the wisdom of putting the buttons and screen on the surface of the unit because it's constantly getting wet and being exposed to all sorts of coffee debris but the unit seemed to hold up well.

One of the first questions I had about the unit was how difficult it is to clean under the scale slash drip tray. Because while everyone assured me that everyone would instruct their baristas and staff not to pour beverages and milk down the Uber Drain, that's no very reassuring because all of us know that the greater the pressure on the line, the greater the likelihood that those rules go down the drain - along with brewed coffee, milk and who know what else the harried barista will pour while under duress.

Happily, the scale platform comes off easily and while there are a number of creases, nooks and crannies for scum to build, they seem readily accessible and relatively easy to clean - though how often they will be cleaned by the typical Third Wave barista remains to be seen.


12.9C in over three and a half minutes.

Operation of the Uber is relatively straightforward. Press the Prime button and the unit shuts off the flow valve, refills and reheats the five liter boiler to the specified temperature. I'm not sure how to adjust the temperature but judging by Brian's reaction when I asked him about changing the temperature, I didn't think it was a simple matter of punching a couple of buttons or turning a knob.

Once in the Prime mode, the Uber refuses to do anything except fill and reheat. In fact, it renders the unit completely useless - unless you simply want to use it as a scale or drain.

Once at temperature, you hit the "Boost" button and the machine becomes operable again, though you want to wait until the unit equalizes the "Font" or nozzle temperature to the boiler temperature before using the Uber Boiler to brew coffee.

The use of both the integrated scale and timer are simple enough. Hold the buttons down to reset then hit again to start. Simple.

The Font nozzle itself is controlled by an offset lever that you use to oscillate the Font and direct the water flow over the coffee. It's an interesting feature but the throw radius of the water is not wide enough to completely saturate the side walls of an 8 cup Chemex leaving exposed coffee grounds and oversaturating the center of the filter cone.

Of course, you could physically move the brewing device around, which would destroy the sensitivity and usability of the built-in scale - of which you're depending on to accurately measure the amount of coffee you are adding to the brew, which leaves you stuck again.

In addition, the offset handle is difficult to control - because as any guy or girl knows, it's easier to control with direct manipulation than this weird offset handle.


Starting to equalize Font temp in Boost mode.

But to my mind, the real killer of the Uber Boiler is the recovery time. As a test, I dispensed a liter of water from the Uber Boiler (roughly 20 percent of the Uber's capacity) into a Chemex and then hit the Prime button just to see how long it would take to refill the boiler and recover temperature.

Bear in mind that the Uber for this example was refilling via an external pump fitted to a 5 gallon jug of bottled water at room temperature (roughly 70-75F).

The refill time took Three Minutes and Thirty-Five seconds. An eternity in the world of brew-by-the-cup bar operations.

Three minutes, thirty-five seconds. I could have another cup completing brewing in that time.

Some of you may think that pulling one liter of water out of the Uber is an unfair test. With one liter of water, I can brew nearly THREE 12 ounce coffees. Three coffees is not an unheard of amount at a time when you're brewing by-the-cup.


Sixteen seconds to equalize Font temperature.

Remember, the Uber in Prime mode will do nothing except refill and reheat. This six thousand dollar boiler is dead in the water for over three and half minutes. Holy Crap, we would totally be screwed during the rush.

Add on the sixteen seconds it takes to equalize the Font to the boiler and you're talking Three Minutes and Fifty-One seconds - nearly four minutes to recover after expending only twenty percent of the Uber's capacity. Is this really acceptable???

Some of the other baristas remarked that you can get around this by adding additional Uber Boilers. Really? I'm already spending six times the amount of a Fetco water tower for one Uber and in order for me to handle the rush, I need to purchase an exponentially growing number of Uber Boilers??? That's insanity.

In order to handle Spro Hampden's current volume, we would need two or three Uber Boilers. That's upwards of Eighteen Thousand Dollars investment and we wouldn't have the counter space to accommodate that many Uber Boilers. I can't imagine how many Uber Boilers you would need to handle the volume of places like Intelligentsia Silver Lake - even though those cats could afford twenty Uber Boilers.

Yes, the Uber Boiler is a good-looking boiler. It would look sexy as hell on the brew bar at Spro Hampden. But the boiler recovery time from 80% capacity is simply too long. It would kill your service flow during a rush.

For six thousand dollars, the recovery time for the Uber is too long and needs to be nearly instantaneous to make it a no-brainer winner - and a more, ahem, "accessible" price would make it a killer. But for now, it's simply a sexy toy that's more suited to the home coffee geek with money and time to burn.

Waffle House


Lindsay and her Triple Hash Browns.

On the way back from New York and Philly, Lindsay and I decided to make a dinner stop. Cracker Barrel or Waffle House? Two good choices for classic American fare. Waffle House won out.

Grilled Bacon Cheesesteak Melt with hash and chili for me, triple hash and chocolate waffles for Lindsay. I was unable to complete my mission.


Grilled Bacon Texas Cheesesteak Plate, triple hash.


I was conquered.

Ooh Waffle House

Mitsuwa New Jersey


Almond Croissant - Japanese Style.

One of the problems of living in Baltimore is the lack of Japanese markets and every time I drive to New York I always want to hit Mitsuwa Marketplace to stock up on items. And every time we've gone, I've always gotten sidetracked. The last time we made a serious attempt to visit, we arrived just after they had closed at 9pm last September. Heartbreaking.

Lindsay and I finally made it to Mitsuwa before heading south where I found a wondrous bounty of all things Japanese. A chopstick rest here, a charcoal clay grill there, some Kirin cold tea, beautiful nori, furikake, nori-wrapped arare and, my favorite: the Japanese bakery.

There's something beautifully luscious about the Japanese version of white bread. It's fluffy and delicate while being just dense enough to offer just the right bounce on the bite. Give it a nice brown toast and it's incredible. Perfect for butter while still remaining fluffy on the inside.

I first discovered this wondrous bread at the St. Germaine Bakery in Honolulu and I've sought it out wherever I've lived and traveled. Sadly, I haven't lived near a Japanese bakery in years and I've missed it dearly. How I wish that someone would teach me their Nihon-jin secret.


The "B" Shoyu Ramen Combination at Santoka.

Inside Mitsuwa is a food court with a very familiar-looking ramen joint called Santoka. A quick call to Al in Southern California reveals that the ramen place in the Hawthorne Mitsuwa is called Santouka - coincidence or chain? I'm not quite sure.

The ramen tastes similar and I order the "B" combination of shoyu ramen with char siu, a side of hard boiled egg and ikuradon, a bowl of rice topped with salmon roe. It's a solid lunch for the road and quite delicious. After some good food and discussion we're back on the road heading for home.

God Bless Japanese Bakeries

Kawaii To Death

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Les Halles


Alex Brown of Counter Culture and Lindsay ponder their choices.

It's getting late after La Marzocco Out of the Box and I'm running out of places to dine. Fatty Crab won't answer their phone and there doesn't seem to be a decent place to eat in the Meatpacking District since Florent closed.

As with any trip to New York, I've got Les Halles on the mind. Ever since their Washington DC outpost closed, I've been lost and without a regular old brasserie to dine. So many places want to fancy it up or give it an "American" twist. How about a simple onglet and excellent fries? Maybe a little foie gras on the side?


Kimmy and Aaron Ultimo of Ultimo Coffee do the same.

Luckily, Les Halles always delivers and I'm planning a cross town excursion with Team Spro. The only problem is that it's raining and a real pain in the butt to hail a cab in the rain. After waiting half an hour, Kimmy puts it to the metal and we're off to the subway, switching trains and walking across blocks and up and down stairs in the rain and humidity. As we emerge from the ground right next to the entrance of Les Halles, I'm soaked.

Joining us tonight is Kent Bakke of La Marzocco, Aaron Ultimo - The Coffee Lord of Philadelphia, Alex Brown of Counter Culture and Vince Fedele, the developer of the much touted Extract Mojo - along with usual suspects Lindsay and Kimmy.


Foie Gras Poele aux Pommes - sauteed with apple, walnuts & calvado.

The food is never too esoteric at Les Halles, and that's just the way I like it. Give me a lobe of foie gras sauteed with some kind of fruit, a grilled chunk of hanger steak, a pile of crispy fries and a bowl of coconut ice cream, and I'm absolutely thrilled.

Everyone else had a range of plates from stuffed ravioli to sausage and more steak. A nice way to cap off a coffee visit to the city.


Vince Fedele of Extract Mojo fame with La Marzocco's Kent Bakke.


Onglet aux Poive - off menu.


Our wine - Mas du Roches, Cote du Rhone


My favorite: coconut glaces.

Death Match


Lindsay, Kimmy, Wiggles and Devlin listen to the Death Match rules.



Death Match.

Even the words conjure fear in the hearts of gladiators.

Tonight is the La Marzocco Hand Brew Death Match pitting baristas against each other in a mano y mano fight to the death for prizes. The person with the highest scores for presentation, taste and Extract Mojo scores wins.




A modicum of pilfering accompanies any coffee event.




Almost as many brew methods as Spro Hampden. Almost.



Koach Kimmy and Devlin in a pre-Death Match warm up.



I don't want to know and didn't want to ask.


Lindsay working the Eva Solo.


Counter Culture's Phil Proteau flexing his chops.



Kimmy preps her station.


Almost ready.


A certain amount of concentration and meditation is required for brewing Chemex.


Vince Fedele running the Extract Mojo.


Devlin in perfect Aeropress form.



Mike, Vince and Mike representing Hotel California Tequila.


Spro Girls Steal La Marzocco Banner.

Riding In Cabs With Baristas

Kuidouraku Ramen

La Marzocco Out of the Box


Lindsay, Devlin, Kimmy and Phil work out the kinks on the new Strada.


Back (or front?) panel.


Grouphead pressure gauge on the manual Strada.

We're in New York City for the La Marzocco Out of the Box event showcasing the up-coming Strada. Already I know we're going to buy one. We end up parking next to Chelsea Market, perusing the shops and find the venue. As we stop in to say hello, Mike Lanz and Mike Delgado are encouraging us to jump on the machine and have a go. A quick call later to Devlin and Kimmy and our crew is assembled to play around a bit.

What was meant to be a five minute pit stop on the way to do a cafe crawl turns into an hours long session checking out the machines. I'm grateful because it's quite difficult to get any serious facetime with a machine in a trade show or group setting - and Kimmy seems to be putting the Strada through it's paces.


A cool modded Buono kettle. Seems like I'm the only one who thought it was cool.

Pressure profiling, the possibilities seem immense. So much so that I don't spend much time on the machine because I think that one needs to spend days/weeks of serious focus with the machine in order to discover its possibilities. Instead of trying to evaluate the machine with unknown coffees on different grinders and in a crazy environment, I've committed to buying one, bringing it into Spro and really have a go with the Strada.

While some people have encouraged me to go for the manual model, I think the true potential lies in the electronic version. On that machine, we can "record" the pressure profile and/or manipulate it via computer, save it, download and dump the profile to other groupheads or other machines.

And while I'm certain that our baristas are capable of reproducing a pressure curve manually, I don't want them to do that on a daily basis. A line barista needs to focus on getting the drinks out speedily, efficiently and consistently. By utilizing the programmability of the Strada, our baristas can then multi-task while preparing the drinks - like getting the milk staged, pre-heating the cup, grinding the coffee, wiping the station, and the myriad of other tasks that the professional barista must handle on a minute-by-minute basis.


Industry types watch Kimmy with grand expectations.


The Laser-like Focus.


Pedal this bike and control the espresso machine pressure.

No "Thank You" Ninth Street



Third Wave baristas everywhere are up in arms about the comments La Colombe's Todd Carmichael wrote in Esquire magazine. And while Carmichael's claim to make good coffee might be hollow, is he wrong about Third Wave barista attitudes?

Our stop at Ninth Street Espresso yielded us surly female baristas who choose to toss out simple courtesies such as "thank you."

At least the barista pulling our shots was a hair more courteous than the one at the register.

The Lobster Place

Jacques Torres

This Lid Makes Us Grumpy



We're in New York City for the La Marzocco Out of the Box event and found our way to the Cafe Grumpy in Chelsea where they have chosen lids with a wide lip that are uncomfortable for drinking.

Why? It's levels of finesse that are missing in the coffee industry.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Sniffing The Cap


A nice line-up: Susanna Balbo, Saint Cosme, Charbonniere and Beaucastel.

This evening my father asked me about wines. He was looking for suitable wines for entertaining his friends this Saturday and wanted to know which wines he could use. Hmmmm...

That's when he made the declaration that he only wanted to drink inexpensive wines - like under ten dollar wines. Hmmmm....

Problem is, I don't quite recall how much that bottle of Languedoc was, or that South African with the funny bacon character. Nor do I recall how much that Nero d'Avola from Italy cost, or even that sensuous Cote du Rhone. I just buy them, I don't think too much about what they cost.

That's not to say that my cellar is filled with expensive wines, they most certainly are not. However, I tend to buy what I like and not worry too much about the price. Thirty bucks isn't "too expensive" for a wine, and I do start to balk when the prices cross the $50 mark - even though I've been caught spending a bit more than that for a bottle of something luscious.

Truth is, all those "special" wines, like those bottles of 1976 Auslesen, are hidden in the wine cellar to age in quiet cool humidity. They're ensconced in darkness surrounded by cool moist air until the day comes when they can be opened in victorious celebration.

My dad is worried about taking the "wrong bottle" meaning the bottle which costs "too much." But really, none of these bottles at hand cost "too much" but rather, their cost is commensurate with their enjoyability. "Take whatever you want," I tell him. There's no wine here that cannot be replaced.

As we're perusing the collection, I suddenly feel very much like James Carpenter. I'm animated and enthusiastic about each wine as I describe my experiences with them. With some I'm giddy with delight. Others I want to lick the bottle but only go so far as to sniff the foil cap covering the cork - as though I can savor the wines aromas. My dad has that look of restrained disdain on his face as I put the bottle back down.

"What do you have that's only ten bucks?"

In the end, I set aside a nice Tempranillo and a classic Chianti, along with a couple of French whites for him and his friends to enjoy.

Visiting The Bread Baker

Monday, June 07, 2010

Paper Tickets - Huh???


Paper tickets from RailEurope.com.

This is just silly.

I finally received our train tickets for Europe and they're a throwback to yesteryear. Paper tickets. In ticket booklets. What the hell am I going to do with these???

After years of flying around the world, suddenly I'm scared. These are tickets like we used to use years ago. Lose them and you're screwed. I've gotten so used to paperless e-ticketing that I no longer think about "bringing my tickets" with me. Gone are the days worrying about leaving your tickets on the desk.

Gone, that is, until you decide to take the train in Europe.

RailEurope does not currently offer ticketless travel. One must be issued and carry paper tickets with them for validation at the stations and to use in the railcars. Now I must concern and worry myself over not misplacing them for the next two and a half weeks until we leave, and then I must not lose them in the midst of traveling.

The world of electronic travel means that nowadays, I hardly even print itineraries out anymore. Sent electronically? I got the iPhone, just in case. Need a reservation number? I can pull it up on the phone and show it to the clerk. I barely even think about traveling or keeping track of documents. Soon, I'll have the passport chip embedded under my skin so I can simply sleep on a cot while being hand-carried through immigration.

So much for travel in two thousand ten...