Here's my vice: coffee. And especially with fresh cream. As to beignets, I am sure they have trans-fats or some other horribly-bad-for-you something. Maybe they're fried in lard. And they are dusted with a lot of sugar. This is a vice straight from New Orleans, the Big Easy, that City of Sin This is vice at its most innocently seductive. This painting is watercolor, with silvery gouache touched on the spoon--and irridescent paint on the sugary coating on the beignets. Just to be a bit over the top. Because it wouldn't be vice if we didn't gild the lily somewhat.