Sister Mary's pralines from the Poor Clare Nuns Monastery (on Magazine Street by Audubon Park) is one of the city's best kept secrets. I used to live by the walled-off brick monastery, and when curiosity got the best of me, I checked out their "gift shop." The first thing I noticed is that the place is not opened regular hours. You have to get lucky that the nuns are agreeable to visitors at that moment. The monastery itself is a remarkable structure. It is imposing, but you'd drive by it a million times before realizing that there is a whole community behind the tall walls. When the gate is open, you walk through an old courtyard and into a mansion, you have to push a big weird buzzer to get the nuns' attention, since they're all off doing their nun stuff. Then one of them comes out and checks you out from the other side of a big imposing door. If she thinks you're legit or something, then she will come out and unlock a door to the "gift shop." (When visiting, I try not to look too hot, lest I lead some wobbly nun astray from her true calling.) The gift shop is a quiet room filled with nunny knick-knacks. One thing very interesting that they have is Sister Mary's pralines. Sister Mary is the nun who makes them, and they come in little boxes that are perfect to gift, assuming you don't eat them first. The nuns really know a thing or two about hooking a heathen like me on their enticing wares. Sister Mary doesn't mess around with any preservatives or that shit you find in French Quarter tourist praline shops. Nope. Only the good stuff, the freshest ingredients. Got to eat them soon or they will dry out. When you finish, whether you like it or not, you will be back for more. read more