No trip home is complete without a mandatory stroll down Decatur. I’m not one of those locals who believes the French Quarter is an overrated experience. There’s magic there. I peek in windows and chat with the occasional drunken tourist, until I reach that familiar green awning, always packed with eager faces and tummies. My friends and I seek out the table with the most seats and least powdered sugar residue. To search for a spotless table would be an utter waste of time.
It’s not just about how delicious beignets are [very], or how deep the coffee tastes [amazingly so], but it’s what comes with it. To truly enjoy beignets, they must be consumed then and there. It’s not a traveling food. It’s not something you rush, unless you want to be a powdered sugary mess. Coffee and beignets are meant to inspire camaraderie. A visit to Cafe du Monde can be as funny and raucous (with a large group of family and friends), or as romantic (if you haven’t licked beignet sugar off someone else’s fingertip in the moonlight, you haven’t lived) as you want it to be. Those green trays come bearing awesome. Sugary, doughy, milk-infused, caffeinated, memory-making awesome.
It’s the little things like this that make New Orleans forever my home. Granted, you can pretty much go anywhere and have a good time. But you can’t go just anywhere and feel like you belong. Put it on your bucket list.