The names Sam Butterfass and Café Steam are synonymous to those who know the two; it's symbiotic, mutualistic. After hours, coffees and acoustic guitars and voices all have the chance to flow freely. Will's setting up and cracking jokes, Emily's shooting, Isaac's tweeting—all is right in the world. This is also the time where Sam is at his most candid. It's all in the late nights, the glasses shielding tired eyes, the streetlights above. Like the coffee, the music is smooth and rich and everything it's made to be.