#Luzianne coffee

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Luzianne Café, 481 Girod St, New Orleans (Warehouse District), LA 70130

Luzianne Café emphasizes their connection to New Orleans, using iconic local brands (e.g., Blue Plate salad dressing, French Market Coffee, Tiger Sauce, Swans Down, Luzianne Tea) and serving New Orleans classics. Breakfast is served all day. They make their biscuits and pancakes with Swans Down flour. The menu isn’t extensive but everything sounded appealing – including the biscuit sandwich, omelette, po boys, and fried chicken sandwich. They also had a case of baked goods and a full coffee and tea menu. Luzianne Tea was established in 1902. They also have their own line of coffee.

Swans Down triple stack ($9): Three large fluffy pancakes served with maple syrup and powdered sugar. The pancakes were light and fluffy with crispy edges. They weren’t too sweet.

Iced Vietnamese coffee ($4): blended with chicory, I assume, milky and pleasant, not as strong as the Vietnamese coffee that I’m used to

It’s a large space with images of old Louisiana food brands. They even play old TV commercials for Louisiana brands. And they have a small marketplace that sells some of these local products. There’s also a giant fake plastic po boy sandwich in the dining room.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[infrogmation]

New Orleans signs: Yesterday's Coffee edition.

1) Kaldi's - sign in Molly's at the Market. 2) Coffee & Company, Lakeview - while Lakeview did come back after the Federal Flood, alas they did not. 3)Luzianne - the brand is still around, but this sign can no longer be seen Uptown on Marengo Street. 4) Closed corner shop sign, Gentilly - Roastivated.

Photographed by Infrogmation of New Orleans.

[thebarefootcajunpetiteshistoires]

The Barefoot Cajun Little Story Number Three

Lucy B they called her. Not really sure how she got her name; maybe it was because her life was lived on a tiny houseboat. The boat was named Lucille’s Water Cottage. Lucille had painted the name of the boat on a cedar sign using dye from her garden fruit and vegetable orchard and garden. The smallish house boat was banked right up against the bank of Bayou Toujours.

Lucy B had lived there for years with not much history to draw upon that anyone reputable could remember. A single woman during the mid forties, not a fashionable character, but hell, Lucy didn’t care, she was an independent woman taking care of herself.

Lucy B never traveled more than a twenty-five mile radius of Bayou Toujours. If her boat or her feet couldn’t take her, she stayed put. Lucy B was a short, plump woman; if I might be so bold as to describe her as pear shaped. Strong as an ox she was. On both sides of the bayou she farmed garden patches. When her old Mule, Nelly was not feeling well Lucy B pulled the plow herself.

Lucy didn’t need much in the way of material things. She sold a few vegetables and fruit from her vegetable gardens and fruit orchards. Seasonable money coming in, therefore Lucy B organized her money in coffee cans that she buried along the bayou. Dividing her money into two month intervals she buried six cans: three cans of Seaport and three cans of Luzianne. Lucy B tagged these under wild Louisiana roses with thorns thick enough to slice skin with loss of lots of blood. Legend has it that Louisiana roses had sliced off old Mr. Gros Doigt’s finger after trying to uproot one to plant in his daughter Clementine’s yard. Now that’s a real weapon. Who would mess with wild Louisiana roses?! NOT THIS AUTHOR FOR SURE!

Now back to Lucy B! That girl had an entrepreneurial spirit! It wasn’t money or fame she sought. Lucy suffered from an overactive inquisitive mind. She grew the most fantastical figs! Grown organically, many wondered about her secret to perfected figs. Sweet,purplish, plump, fleshy figs! Of course if you’re from the South you know figs are seasonal. If she wanted to strike it rich, she could! Demand for her figs grew! Lucy was not interested in fame or fortune. Her desire was the most perfected fig imaginable!

Now this was the 1940’s, a totally different time than today. Limited communication on Bayou Toujours was Lucy’s protection against overproduction. AND, Lucy practiced total organic gardening, mostly a tree hugger speaking to her fig trees each day, a total of seven and one-half fig trees to be exact. The one-half tree came from a bout with the strong wicked gale force winds of hurricane Plaquemine.

That tree Lucy named Plaquemine was bent in half at a forty-five degree angle. Lucy asked the Pastor of the little prairie church named L’anse Toujours to come pray over her tree. Pastor Tee came along with a delegation of his most fervent prayer warriors; brothers and sisters of the Focused on Prayers for Botanicals. He came with six and one-half of his mightiest prayer folk. The one-half was a six year old who had been known to pray miracles.

Together with pastor Tee there were seven and one-half pray-ers. One for each of Lucy’s trees. The seven adults would pray for the health of the seven trees and the miracle child would pray for the tree in the shape of a forty-five degree angle.

The next day Lucy woke up to a tree that stood as erect as a scaredy cat’s tale pointed to the heavens! That six year old prayer child became known as the Botanical Saint of L’anse Toujours.

One day a couple of city folk showed up at Lucy’s house boat on Bayou Toujours. Two men from California introduced themselves to Lucy B as commissioners of the West Coast fig association. They told Lucy B that a blight had practically bankrupted their fig production sales. The men went on to say that their business was hanging on by a thread. One of the men told Lucy B that they’d be much obliged if she helped them learn the production of her style of figs.

Lucy B answered with an overwhelmingly, of course! “It’s not rocket science,” she said. “You gotta love and hug your fig trees, even the one-half fig trees. Sometimes those are the ones that need the most love.”

The two men stayed with Lucy B for about a month. They pitched a tent on the banks of Bayou Toujours. Each day they followed Lucy, asked her questions and hugged fig trees. The men’s lives changed. You could see the transformation in their faces and overall body language. More relaxed, less stressed, and slower body biorhythms. Having coffee over a campfire one night after Lucy B had gone to bed, the men realized what was missing in their fig orchard business. Sure a blight had destroyed their crop; they’d lost hope. What they saw in Lucy B, a simple Cajun Prairie woman with a thriving fig orchard. It’s all in the love, the attitude, and laissez-faire life. Work is good, play is better; together play and work make for a successful venture.

The next morning the men were scheduled to leave to head back to California to try out Lucy B’s style of fig orchard farming. Lucy B made them a breakfast of hot water cornbread cooked in a black pot over an open fire topped with butter made from thick, luscious, yellow butter made from Lucy B’s milk cow, Clover. Lucy B topped off the breakfast with canned figs.

The men decided to honor Lucy B, their teacher and mentor, by naming their new and improved enterprise Lucy B’s fig orchard.

AND I might add, the most successful business fig enterprise in the history of fig orchards, with the exception of Lucy B’s seven and one-half trees!

[theriu]

@universaldragon OKAY LETS SEE WHAT WE CAN DREDGE FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY MEMORY-

1. Hot chocolate, but it has to be GOOD hot chocolate. Like. Not Starbucks hot chocolate, the most diappointing hot chocolate I have ever tasted. I dont drink coffee so I rate cafes entirely based on their hot chocolates, dont give me any of that sad bitter dark watered down stuff. I dont get hot chocolate for BITTERNESS, if it isnt sweet and creamy and overflowing with whipped cream and at least somewhat reminding me of the Swiss Miss instant chocolate I lived on during the winters at my Grandma’s christmas tree farm as a child, then you have wasted my money and all our time. I really like Swiss Miss, my tastes are way less complex than they sound. The kind with little marshmallows is even better, although REAL marshmallows are best.

2. Strawberry Nesquik milk is SOOOO GOOD, and also full of nostalgia, I loved that stuff growing up. It has to be the POWDERED KIND though, not the liquid squirt bottle kind, because half the fun is getting to the bottom of the glass and finding I hadnt stirred it enough and scooping little spoonfuls of milk-saturated streberry sugar crystals up. I dont usually get much these days because I stir too well, to my shame. But it’s still somehow more delivious when you use the powdered mix. Look I never said my drink preferences were healthy.

3. Cherry pepsi, cherry coke, and code red mt dew are all equal testiments that 1) I really like cherry-flavored pop and everyone is doing a great job at that, and 2) my favorite pops will forever tempt me even though I have learned that my anxious 32-year-old body can’t handle a lot of pop these days without deciding that everything is awful and the world is ending and why am I cranky and why do I have a headache. But I still treat myself sometimes. Which is a farce because it is not a treat what I have to go through afterwards if I dont drink enough water to drown the concentrated punch of sugar and caffeine assaulting my system. Alas for the days of my youth when I could chug a code red three times a week (I SAID I wasnt healthfood-minded, we DISCUSSED this already!)

4. Water with lemon and a packet of Sweet’n Low, or as I like to call it, “[REDACTED LAST NAME] Lemonade.” This was my parents’ solution to not spend a fortune on soft drinks for four kids every time we went out to eat, and honestly I have grown to appreciate it all the more as I get older, since it tastes lovely and refreshing and is free and is way healthier than the aforementioned pop that gives me fits. Also no Sweet’n Low does NOT cause cancer they DISPROVED that, dont crap on the only artificial sweetener that doesnt give me the jitters! Btw I just looked up how to spell that brand name and after all these years I at last FULLY appreciate the spelling pun. Sweet’n Low is the best, you guys.

5. My mom’s iced sweet tea is THE BEEEEST none of ya’ll can compete I refuse to hear of contenders. She boils a few cups of water in a pot and puts in four or five big Luzianne tea packets to steep for a good while, then that mix goes in the pitcher and is filled with water and Sweet’n Low packets, and it’s THE BEST. THE BEST YOU GUYS. So refreshing and just the right amount of sweet, not too overwhelming, just super satisfying to drink. But I will allow for those of you with your own favored homemade iced teas, everyone should be allowed to hold their own family recipes up as the gold standard, I respect it.

Ask me my five favorite [random subject] and I will answer as entertainingly as I can

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Café Au Lait Luzianne

https://www.teacoffeecup.com/recipe/cafe-au-lait-luzianne/

This classic hot Café Au Lait Luzianne prepares with a mix of Louisiana Coffee with chicory, milk, and cream.

[makowo]

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1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

more milk than cereal usually. im bad at measuring how much of each i gotta put in

4. how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don’t really drink coffee, but I usually brew with luzianne decaffeinated tea! no clue if that’s exactly it tho bcs my grandparents buy and usually brew it, then get rid of the box to put the bags into a lil jar

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

My side! my cat likes to cuddle up against my back at night :3

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

honestly i would, but my memory is but a speck of dust and i cant think of anything off the top of my head

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Ambrosia, Winona, Juniper

Ambrosia: last song you listened to?

“From the Outside” album by Hey Violet on shuffle. I think the last song that played to completion as “O.D.D.” which is like a play on being odd/”oppositional defiant disorder,” I think. Why do I listen to music for high schoolers? I’ll never understand now. 

Winona: favorite quote? 

There are obviously many words and quotes that I really love, but there is a poem called “A Brief for the Defense” that I heard the day after Jack Gilbert died from an English professor of mine at this poetry night I went to at a place near my university campus. It was my first exposure to Jack Gilbert and happened because he had died which felt poignant, too. Anyway, I love the whole poem but this excerpt is really powerful to me and I have the bolded part almost memorized as a thing I try to remember when I’m really suffering within my own mind:

If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,we lessen the importance of their deprivation.We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must havethe stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthlessfurnace of this world. To make injustice the onlymeasure of our attention is to praise the Devil.

Also, sometimes things being spoken aloud or sung are powerful for the way they are delivered. The whole song “Praying” by Kesha is really important and evocative to me, but the way the line “And we both know all the truth I could tell / I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell” has this very smooth flow into itself with really unusual syntax gives me chills. “I’ll just said this is I” is such a weird way of phrasing something, but I love it. But yeah, that song was a godsend to me.

Juniper: coffee or tea? 

Tea. 100% tea. Specifically Luzianne tea, but I will do others and herbals that aren’t actually tea and stuff. Coffee has to be almost entirely covered up for me to like it. Like, I want a milkshake with espresso or something.

[inthevintagekitchen]

In New Orleans, in the 1950s, this is how you added something sweet to your day. Meet the very rare, very hard to find, Blue Bouquet sugar bowl. It was made exclusively for Standard Coffee Service Company, a coffee and tea delivery company that served Louisiana’s residential neighborhoods from 1919-1967. Founded by William Reily, a wholesale grocer turned coffee entrepreneur, William had a true talent when it came to beverages. He first created the now iconic Luzianne coffee and tea brand in the early 1900s, then successfully grew Standard Coffee Service all the way up through the 1960s. Switching from residential customers to corporate business accounts in 1967, Standard Coffee became Standard Office Coffee which grew to become one of the largest service companies in the U.S. and is still going strong today☕️. This seventy year old sugar bowl represents all sorts of time worn nostalgia... the beauty of vintage New Orleans, the entrepreneurial spirit of a coffee company and the convenience of home delivered products and services. Three things we still love wholeheartedly today! Cheers to William! (That’s him in photo 3!) . . . . . #sugarbowl #coffeelovers #tealovers #neworleans #neworleansculture #louisianahistory #coffeestory #1950skitchen https://www.instagram.com/p/B-p12cqgyN3/?igshid=68881hvtvgne

[rascalsrarities]

Luzianne Coffee and Chicory Tin, WM. B. Reily & Company Inc., New Orleans, Vintage Black Americana Memorabilia Kitchen Collectible, Old Tins

[twistedsoulmusic]

Jeb Loy Nichols gets flipped Kit Grill style.

[violacoffee-blog]

Luzianne Red Label Coffee & Chicory Medium Roast Coffee, 13oz (Pack of 4)

4-13oz bags of Luzianne's Medium Dark Roast Coffee and Chicory. Luzianne's medium roast coffee and chicory is a New Orleans style coffee blended with chicory for a smooth and full flavored cup of coffee. This coffee is also know as RED bag coffee and chicory that is great for making Cafe' Au Lait. More info ==>>

[elainemorisi]

finnglas replied to your post: today in This Grocery Store Is So Yankee: this...

OH GOD do you want me to mail you a Luzianne care package?

omg I so appreciate the offer. Imma see what happens with the (bags upon bags, because I lie to myself about ever drinking anything but mint-flavored hot tea or shitty shitty coffee) black tea I have laying around. but watch out I may become desperate