Chicory.

Coffee. Not just for the mornings, but also the afternoons- the evenings after supper. even at the late late times of night. Coffee first made landfall in America through the port of Orleans, from there is was roasted and distributed through Louisiana. The tradition flows with the path of the Mississippi River to Acadiana and beyond, encompassing the entire state. The first coffee houses soon built up, historically mixed with taverns to serve a cup of coffee with a shot of alcohol. This is how a lot of business got done between people. Growing up my pop let the kids have cafe au lait on Sunday mornings. We knew this to be a creamy mixture of coffee and milk and sugar, but milk right out of the fridge to make sure we wouldn't scream "C'est chaud!" After a while my pop told the kids to go make him a cup, "but how much cream and sugar do we put?" it was always a concern not to screw it up. "A thing of sugar and cream until it's peanut butter color." That's how he drinks it and he always will drink it that way. I grew out of the coffee milk and started drinking it black. My professor says I'm a purist when it comes to coffee. The taste is genuine and real and not masked by all that fancy shit when you make it black. Coffee is a social creature here. Afternoon coffee with conversation with family and friends? Yeah, make a pass. A strong brew after supper? Yep. I'll make some in my french press. Thick camp coffee is how I like it served. Anyway you like it, we still drink more coffee than any other place. So come see for un autre 'tit bout.