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I flew into New Orleans, picked up my rental car and headed to Mobile. But before I left New Orleans, I stopped off at the Morning Call, a place we ate at all the time when I was a kid (we lived in Metairie). I hadn't been there in about 25 years, and it looked *exactly* how I remembered it.
I had some whole-milk chicory coffee café au lait (to keep me awake for the two-hour drive, after sleeping for about two hours last night), and three beignets (fried dough) coated in powdered sugar. That set me back a grand total $3.25, including tax. It was thoroughly unhealthy, of course, but I'm just getting warmed up for a week in the Deep South, where everything worth eating is DEEP FRIED.