A normal night at the cafe... |
This was Cafe Du Monde during Hurricane Isaac...eerily vacant |
A habit like this would cling onto a girl's tooshie so quickly, she'd almost miss it...
Point it, the place is genius. So simple in that they only serve these sinfully delicious pastries w/ your choice of beverage (coffee, milk, OJ).
Every time Meggie comes down here to visit, we bump Cafe Du Monde to #2 on our list of activities (#1 being, you guessed it: a cocktail).
Last summer when she was here, the weather was soggy and glum...but we didn't let it stop us.
There was even a nice local gentleman to play us music while we stuffed our faces...
This place always--ONLY--makes me think of my sister.
Even though the first time I visited here, it was to soak up my first French Quarter experience in 2007 (you all can fill in the blanks), and my husband took a picture of me, literally shoveling the remaining powdered sugar into my mouth, long after the beignets were gone. That picture is not shown on purpose.
Even though it's the spot where many of my French Quarter 5K races have begun (really hard to start a running event when you're salivating for fried, sugary treats)...
EVEN THOUGH it's a major landmark in the town that holds such a dear place for me and my husband...
The first thing Meg asks when she gets off of the plane in NOLA is, "When are we going to Cafe Du Monde?".
Answer: "As soon as you get here."
--Court
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