Sassyass Coffee

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Welcome to Sassyass Coffee! Home of the Espresso-A-Go-Go, Charleston's first and only bike driven mobile coffee shop. The brainchild of friends Mike Berndt and Sheri Johnson, Sassyass Coffee was born mostly over a long string of competitively grueling Scrabble matches. Good words were made, and good conversations were had while dreams of escaping the corporate coffee world were discussed.

Unfettered by restrictive corporate service policies, and untethered to digitized machines that take the craft out of your barista's hands, at Sassyass Coffee you will find service that is warm and genuine with a cup of joe that we are proud to share with you. And being on a bike gives the freedom to meet Charleston wherever Charleston wants to be caffeinated. Check below to find out where that is today.

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As a mobile cart, the Espresso-A-Go-Go has the unique opportunity to move around Charleston on a day to day basis. While we will often be caffeinating patrons on lower King Street, our exact location may change throughout the day or week, and because of that we will rely heavily on social media as a means for our customers to find us.

We are constantly updating our Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter pages with pictures, announcements, and most importantly, where and when we will be serving drinks! To find out where you can get the best espresso drinks on the peninsula today, just click one of the social media links at the top of this page!

Our Peeps

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Sheri Johnson, Head Sass

Adventurer, dancer, daredevil: Sheri is none of these things. Sheri is a nerdy cat lady with a ridiculous sense of humor and a loud laugh. She likes big words and exceptional coffee. Originally from the Washington, D.C. area, she moved to Charleston in 2006 and hasn't looked back. Sheri likes good food, taking pictures around her beautiful city, and wasting an exorbitant amount of time on social media. She will probably beat you in Scrabble.


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Mike Berndt, Chief Ass

Mike is a storyteller. A writer of tall tales and epic adventures. He enjoys good bourbon and rolling the perfect cigarette. After living in Atlanta for a few years, Mike made his way to Charleston in early 2011 and he's been pedaling his bike around the Holy City ever since. If you can't find him, he's probably lost in a book somewhere. Mike is continually on the hunt for the perfect hamburger and the perfect key lime pie. He will make you the best cappuccino you've ever had.

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Mike Berndt, Chief Ass

As a child, Mike's first love was swordfighting. Encouraged by a father who sought to relive the glory days of his own competitive youth vicariously through his son's savant-like fencing skills, Mike spent his childhood training to the point of hating everything else in life except the sweet taste of victory.

After winning every championship available to those from the privileged world, Mike wandered the earth seeking an even greater challenge. While hiking through a forgotten valley deep within the Himalayan mountains of Nepal, Mike fell into a small time vortex that took him to 14th century France, just as registration for a tournament was about to close. During his first match, Mike quickly learned that skills developed for competition can never compare to skills developed for survival. He also learned that, despite being the bravest person he knew in his dreams, in reality Mike was quite the coward without judges or referees around.

At the very last second, a peculiarly quirky bloke with a questionable sense of fashion and a super rad blue time machine saved Mike from certain death and dropped him back into the modern era. Mike put down his rapier and picked up a portafilter. And while he may not have the same natural talent for espresso as he did for a scimitar or a claymore, he still makes a pretty damn good cuppa jo.


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Sheri Johnson, Head Sass

Sheri began life as a lost child, desperately trying to survive another day on the mean streets of New Rotterdam. A life of hardship quickly gave her a profound sense of justice, which she utilized to unite the street urchins and feral cat populations to combat the dominant stray dog contingent hoarding all the scraps of sustenance left by the more respectable portion of the citizenry. After receiving the keys to the city for her efforts in dramatically reducing the number of stray dogs in town, she was then kicked out for the excessive growth of unwanted cats and urchins.

Moving to the US, Sheri found her extreme survival skills suited her well in the mean cubicles of Wall Street. She quickly amassed a large pile of gold coins, which she kept in a large money bin where she could swim in her riches at her leisure. Then came the scandal we are not going to redress here, forcing her to give all her gold to the government. Penniless, but no less determined and resolute, she moved to Charleston, where to this day she proactively speaks up on behalf of under-appreciated service professional everywhere, and makes a pretty damn good cuppa jo.