The perfect beignet comes with the perfect coffee which comes with the perfect spot in the cafe, which comes with the perfect companion to nestle in that spot with.
Awash in all this perfection, if you can find it, is a sense that any false moves in this perfection is inevitable, because they say perfection cannot last. It is fleeting. Ever notice that you must eat the beignet soon after it is brought to you? For to wait any later than now, and it’s contents begin a new collaboration, one of imperfection. Same with coffee. And the location. The companion however tends to evolve over time; you don’t have to partake of your companion ever so quickly for they “keep,” as they say, never going bad like a day old pastry. The problem comes with the comparison of one’s partner to a pastry. The problem is that you sometimes go bad. Can you keep?