Today's photo is courtesy of our friends Lil and Ben, whose meanderings across the country are some of my favorite adventures. On the way to their Winter home in Texas, they stayed a few days in New Orleans, and hit one of the HIGH spots. On this raw, cold, 40 degrees day, wouldn't a couple of these crispy, sweet fried beignets be just scrumptious right now?
And the coffee, as always---hot and scalding and perfect---rich with the flavor of centuries.
I can just smell that hot-fried-sugar scent of Cafe du Monde, and feel that scritch-step of the sticky floors. I've always wondered: It's open 24 hours----when DO they mop? And who cares?
Moire non re: our own beignet traditions