If there is a God and He created Man in his image, then He must have fashioned beignets after the pillows he rested on during the seventh day. To put it simply, these French doughnuts are heaven, and Angeline’s has cornered the market on doughy utopia. Fried to order, this dessert arrives at the table as fluffy, hot squares almost hidden in a massive pile of powdered sugar. What may seem like an obscene amount of sugar is actually a carefully planned construction. The heat from the doughnuts melts one layer to create a slight glaze and the top of the mountain crumbles in an avalanche at the first sign of a fork, ensuring sugar touches every bite. After a big dinner of gumbo and po’ boys, the light and airy dough will satiate your sweet tooth, so you can drift to sleep with a touch of the dessert’s divine intervention.