Ever since I was a teenager I wanted to go to New Orleans. There were two reasons. One: I wanted to see where Lestat (one of my favorite ever fictional characters) roamed the streets. And two: I wanted to eat beignets at the Cafe Du Monde. I got to do both.
Aside from burgers, I also happen to be an aficionado of all things consisting of fried dough. To make a long story short, we could call my five days in New Orleans the “Fuck the Diet Tour.” I was a rock star!
The beignets were pretty freaking awesome. Sometimes things get hyped up so much that by the time you get to try them, it’s going to be a let down. This was not the case here though.
I made sure that the beignets at Cafe du Monde were my first bite of New Orleans. I tried them with cafe au lait, as is the tradition. I was not disappointed.
I love the way these are served. The square pieces of dough are fried, mounded on top of little white dishes, and then liberally dusted with powdered sugar. While they are still super hot and fresh, they are rushed to the table by harassed and slightly cranky looking Asian women (go figure!) LOL.
One by one the doughnuts would disappear down my throat hole and into my ever expending belly (which is now tender to the touch believe it or not — I kid you not, I eat like a very scary fat lady). I do wonder if I freaked out my fellow diners. The fluffy sweet squares of deliciousness didn’t have a chance.
I was floating on a sugar high and coated in a fine dusting of sugar, kind of a like a very sweet tasting geisha. It’s kind of a wonder that some sexy man didn’t start licking me.
“Woo hoo,” I thought to myself. “I am in New Orleans. Let the games begin!”