Some enterprising fellow has set up a 'portable cafe' on the street corner closest to the convention. It's essentially just a cart with a barrel of entirely unfresh coffee, but prestidigitation warms and flavors it right into tolerability. 

Location is everything, though. (Location and bribing the city watch. There's no lord mayor, so any laws about operating portable cafe carts are only ambiguously in effect. That argument and a handful of coins mean this is allowed.)

Being right next to the convention, this is the spot for people who want the news immediately to get coffee. Like every cafe, it is a hotbed of radicalism.