Sunday morning scenes from the Cafe du monde …
August 2, 2009 § 16 Comments
NOTE: I went to the Cafe without a book … or notebook! But I was with HM, Laylou and Irish, so it would have been rude to sit and sip and read. However, it’s a great place to “hide out,” observe all kinds of things and read.
The Cafe du Monde Coffee Stand originated in 1862 in the New Orleans French Market. It is open every day, all day, that is, 24/7. Except Christmas Day, and as its web site notes with tongue in cheek, it is closed on the occasional day that a hurricane passes too close to the City.
The mugs are thick and plain. The coffee, chicory flavored, evokes an “ewww” from many but the cafe au lait, omg, is excellent. I didn’t realize we had ordered the cafe au lait. Our waitress, a mere slip of a girl with an accent as big as eastern Europe, took our order and having heard us mention milk-and-sugar with our coffee, please, she delivered cafe au lait and now it’s my bigtime favorite. Laylou ordered hot chocolate and if you want to see our tiny table set with our coffees and chocolate and BEIGNETS, you can sort back a few entries to find it. The cafe’s website descriptions are short and to the point defining beignets as “square French style doughnuts, lavishly covered with powdered sugar.”
(Note that beignets were also brought to the Crescent City by Acadians who made them as fried fritters sometimes filled with fruit.)
“Lavishly covered with powdered sugar” is akin to dumping a near-half pound of the sweet stuff on the beignets.
Oh, I couldn’t eat that, people say when you tell them about beignets.
Oh, yes you could.
Here is the Cafe’s menu:
White and Chocolate milk
Fresh squeezed Orange Juice
Coffee and Chicory (chicory is the root of the endive plant)
Beignets (these are served in orders of 3)
Here are other things around the Cafe where you can sit at your leisure:
There are fans under the cafe roof and morning at the cafe is lovely, fresh, breezes off the Mississippi River which is less than a football field’s distance from the Mississippi.
The Cafe is a convivial place, a meeting place, a time out, a reading place, an in-the-midst-of-everything place.
No, this fine mule was not in the cafe! He was trotting along with a carriage on the street alongside the Cafe.
It’s not always easy to find a seat at the Cafe but if you’re there early enough in the morning, you will also find it easy to park!
A scene from our table!
I noticed that there is very little ice in the city. They chill their glasses and their drinks, so you’re pouring a cold drink into a frosty glass. It’s rather nice, really and seems efficient. Oh, but this was not true at Pat O’Brien’s, which is another story to follow.