Long gone from its original French Market home, the Morning Call maintains, in the unlikely circumstances of a suburban strip mall, every other aspect of its past. The ancient marble counters, mirrors, and light-bulb-lined wooden arch are all here. So is the cafe au lait, still the very best around, a blue-black chicory blend brewed so powerful that you shouldn't attempt to have it without the hot milk. The beignets are doughier and crustier than the Cafe du Monde's; you pound your own powdered sugar on the things. Very busy in the evenings. One wishes that the place were spruced up (or maybe just cleaned up) a bit more scrupulously.
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Long gone from its original French Market home, the Morning Call maintains, in the unlikely circumstances of a suburban strip mall, every other aspect of its past. The ancient marble counters, mirrors, and light-bulb-lined wooden arch are all here. So is the cafe au lait, still the very best around, a blue-black chicory blend brewed so powerful that you shouldn't attempt to have it without the hot milk. The beignets are doughier and crustier than the Cafe du Monde's; you pound your own powdered sugar on the things. Very busy in the evenings. One wishes that the place were spruced up (or maybe just cleaned up) a bit more scrupulously.
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