Eat a beignet at Café Du Monde

“I was immediately charmed by the bustle, the covered outdoor seating, the striped green and white awnings, the cafe chairs, the heavy dusting of powered sugar over nearly every flat surface, the clink of the plates, the hustle of the servers, their diverse ages, and the the variety of the crowd taking it all in. I ordered a plate of beignets to share and a water. [...] But as soon as the beignets arrived I immediately regretted my choice to share. I wanted them all to myself. Airy fried dough covered in sweet powered sugar. I immediately turned to my companions and declared that I would be coming back every day until we left town, and that’s exactly what I did.”

“There are two fundamental parts to a beignet: the beignet itself, which doesn’t taste sweet – they are plain and force you to concentrate on their texture. Pillowy, soft and melt-in-your-mouth. And the icing sugar, which gives you that puff of sweetness in your mouth. And if you’re me, in your throat and into your lungs (cue awkward coughing and sugar-cloud splurt).”