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Instead of our typical trip to Vegas to celebrate our delayed Anniversary, Mother Dear gave us the chance to explore a long dreamed of locale, NOLA. We had an almost perfect trip and New Orleans is all it’s purported to be. All of the downsides to any large city exist, but are clearly outmatched by the upsides. And then there is the food, my GOD, the food. We ate ourselves stupid, and regretted it a couple of times immediately afterward. But looking back, I wouldn’t have skipped anything.
It was
our first trip, so it was a touristy trip. We tried the things you
see on tv over and over instead of trying to find hidden gems.
Especially shocking was how good SO MANY of the classics turned out
to be. Only twice was I disappointed, and by disappointed I mean the
place was only good. Much more often I was surprised by how much
better the place was than expected, a rare treat repeated and
repeated in the Crescent City. If you are from our neck of the wood,
or anywhere else than NOLA, it is a completely different world, and
one worth experiencing for multitudinous reasons. Vegas is a
different world but it is a calculated and manufactured experience, New Orleans
has evolved in a storied and historic manner into what it is, you
can feel it everywhere you go. Nothing like it. True Dat. |
Putain de merde! Don’t look that up, it’s bad words in French. Does
that make it worse? Anyways, how often is a place everything you
would hope it to be. Our first trip to the Café Du Monde for
breakfast and coffee was so good we went back again on the same day
and got up long before the sun to enjoy it one more time before
driving to the airport. I can’t think of many foods that would get
me moving that early. |
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Open 24 hours, the café has open seating and a little enclosed space. According to mother dear, if you are in need of a restroom, you might wanna stop somewhere else. The service is quick and friendly. Almost all of the servers were young Vietnamese? (fingers crossed) ladies which made me wonder if that has been the case for some time or is an artifact of all the migrations caused by Katrina. Either way, it wasn’t long til we had a lot of powdered sugar on our table.
What is there to say? Irregularly square and puffy beignets
(doughnuts) are heaped with powdered sugar and served with coffee.
That’s it. If you haven’t had it, I can't describe it exactly, but
what the hell. The dough has a unique texture and flavor. The
outside had a thick crispy chew and the inside is almost a steaming
hot custard. The traditional cup is a café au lait, coffee with hot
milk but mother dear and I both preferred the straight black and
bitter chicory coffee. The lightly woody bitterness made a perfect
counterpoint to the peaks of sugar. Tradition and expectations
exceeded. I will long for them. |
Steaming Sweet Pillows Of Awesome |
Say Hello, To My Little Friend...A Little Cocaine Joke...But Come On! |
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But I Preferred Them With The Black Chicory Coffee |
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A | B+ | B+ | A | N/A | A | ||
Duh! |