On my last morning in New Orleans, I had breakfast at Cafe Rose Nicaud (632 Frenchman Street). Reportedly named after a slave who first sold coffee in New Orleans, she saved her earnings and bought her freedom. The cafe is a friendly and cheerful place with high ceilings and lively conversation among what seemed like neighborhood locals. The food arrived as expected without waiting too long. I had a "southern" breakfast (above) including grits. I had a small forkful and passed on the rest. Saturday, August 30, 2008
Cafe Rose Nicaud - New Orleans
On my last morning in New Orleans, I had breakfast at Cafe Rose Nicaud (632 Frenchman Street). Reportedly named after a slave who first sold coffee in New Orleans, she saved her earnings and bought her freedom. The cafe is a friendly and cheerful place with high ceilings and lively conversation among what seemed like neighborhood locals. The food arrived as expected without waiting too long. I had a "southern" breakfast (above) including grits. I had a small forkful and passed on the rest. 
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