A visit to New Orleans, however brief it may be and whatever the season, is not complete without a visit to the legendary Café Du Monde for iced coffee and beignets. Though I can’t properly spell beignet without spell check, I can certainly appreciate the simple recipe and flavor of this southern treat. And that is why I’ve decided to write a little poem about my Café Du Monde experience – check it out below!
Ode to a Café Du Monde Beignet
By Eva Grall
The sun sets as we stroll through Jackson Square’s iron gates
With one goal in mind, and that’s the awning covered place
That produces beignets with a crisp and a crunch
Using mountains of sugar to deliver a punch.
Inside Café Du Monde you’ll find seating outside
Where a dusting of powder covers all who arrive.
A sir with a hat greets you when you sit,
“What’ll yall have?” giving his pencil a flick.
“Iced latte, with beignets,” I say with a smile,
feeling guilty about the calories I’m to acquire.
“Cash only,” he wags as I give him my card,
and I’m sent down the street to a bank cross the yard.
On return, I enjoy my warm vinyl seat,
As the neighbors around me buzz with their eats.
Then, with a sugary mist following in his wake,
Our treats are delivered, quick as a shake.
My tooth aches from the taste of the icy slush,
and I sigh from the smell of a confectioner’s touch.
One bite and I’m sold, this is quite the thing,
A beignet so good, I could nearly sing.
A visit to New Orleans is never complete,
Until you go and have a seat,
At Café Du Monde and order the haul,
Only then will your trip be the best of them all!
Thank’s so much for reading! <3