An expatriate of New Orleans – and professional chef – who has lived in Los Angeles since her childhood, blogs about the journey from New Orleans to Los Angeles back to New Orleans, and points along the way.

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The Morning Call in City Park

By on Sep 14, 2014, 1:08 pm in Personal Reflection, Travel | 2 comments

The Morning Call                                                                The Morning Call


I was greeted by cool air this morning as I stepped out onto the deck this morning to take the pooch out. You just can’t imagine how happy that made me. So I decided to take myself and my journal on a ride to have my morning coffee and beignets at The Morning Call in City Park.

Now I know many of you have visited New Orleans, and make an obligatory stop at the Cafe du Monde in the French Quarter for your beignets, but I was lucky enough  to have my friend, Lori, take me to The Morning Call for a birthday café au lait last month.

The Morning Call has existed for almost 150 years in New Orleans – nothing against Starbucks, but this city had a coffee culture way before they, or Seattle for that matter, even existed. Up until the early 1970’s it was in the French Quarter, and it was where my father took us when we visited as kids, for our obligatory beignets. Then the owner decided to move out to the suburb of Metaire. Fortunately for us city dwellers, another location was opened in the beautiful City Park in 2012 where it’s surrounded by ancient live oak trees, and sits on the edge of a section of Bayou Metairie. I met a young man recently who moved to New Orleans shortly after Katrina, who refers to his neighborhood as Pleasantville. As I sat enjoying my treats and watching kids donned with the Morning Call paper hats the servers wear – and will give to any customer who asks – cover whole tables, as well as themselves with powdered sugar from the self serve shakers in this idyllic setting, I couldn’t help but think, now this is indeed, Pleasantville.

BTW, if you’d like to try your hand at making your own beignets, I posted a great recipe at this blog last year.


Morning Call Paper Cap

Morning Call Paper Cap




Oak in City Park

Oak in City Park

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  1. I’d gladly wear one of those hats.
    That would mean I was there.

    Avatar Peggy Vanek-Titus

    September 14, 2014

  2. I’m sure you know this, but I have to pass along my own beignet story. When I used to visit NOLA on roadtrips from FL, they’d bring you steaming hot beignets in a brown paper bag. They would heap several huge helpings of powdered sugar into those bags, then shake them vigorously, before pouring them out in front of you.

    Okay. Maybe it’s just me. But when faced with a sugary glob of piping hot fried pastry dough, my first inclination is to breathe in deep. Both in anticipation and because, well, tasting the air around really good food is just something that’s ingrained in me.

    A word-of-advice. Do not breathe powdered sugar into your lungs. It’s painful. It’s all encompassing. It’s embarrassing. People (tried and true New Orleanians I am sure) laughed at me. They roared in merriment, as only they can. I made their day. I’m sure of it. Hell. I’m proud of it. Because it could only happen in New Orleans.

    Thanks for the memories. XOGREG

    Avatar sippitysup

    September 14, 2014

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