Cafe Beignet, Decatur Street, New Orleans. I’m getting powdered sugar all over myself. Have had a bit of full stomach most of the day today, I guess that’s called indigestion. Or eating too much McDonald’s. Which nearly made me miss my plane this morning — they were not exactly holding it for me but I was the last one on before they shut the doors.
The woman behind the counter is coughing — probably another case of walking Ebola.
Later at Crescent City Brewery: more delicate little oysters than the ones I had the other night, but they’re a fine little protein burst.