New Orleans: Or, How I Learned to Love Being Able to Dump My Cards and Live with the Hotel Firewall (Part I.)

I was sold on Cafe du Monde long before I had ever been -- two decades of hearing about how sticky the floors got in the late afternoon (after a full day of powdered sugar getting blown onto the floor by the gulf breeze) meant that it was a pilgrimage I had to make.

The menu follows from memory,

Cafe au lait, cafe latte, beignets, milk, chocolate milk.

There might be more, but not much more.

Fried dough with powdered sugar and coffee is as advertised -- a calorie, caffeine and sugar bomb of awesomeness, which served me well seeing as how I had arrived at 7:30 in the morning.

The cavalcade of deliciousness in the picture above cost four dollars. The water was best used to wash off your fingertips. I do not recommend wearing black.