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What do you bring the girl who has everything when she invites you and about 50 other Tulane alums over to her sprawling-yet-minimalistic Bridgehampton home for an informal afternoon of sunning, swimming and pool-side socializing?

A King Cake from Haydel’s Bakery in NOLA, duh!

Because you can take the girl out of New Orleans, but you can’t take the New Orleans out of the girl.

Even when she’s Manhattan PR maven Alison Brod.

So what the hell is a King Cake?

It’s a ring of cinnamon-y dough – customarily served during Mardi Gras – that’s been braided, baked, drizzled with sweet icing and then generously coated with granulated sugar in the symbolic carnival shades of purple, green and gold.

I should probably also mention that tucked somewhere inside each hollow round of goodness is a small plastic baby just waiting to crack your tooth be discovered.

And if you’re lucky enough to be the partygoer who scores the special slice?

Well then you get to be king or queen for the day!

Unless, you know, you happen to be kicking it at Alison’s Brod Hamptons house at the time. In which case, there can only be one reigning Queen of the Castle, and we all know it’s the girl standing here brandishing the tray of tri-colored cake.

Speaking of which.

This bad boy is Haydel’s “Da Parish” version, which I chose for the overabundance of killer white icing. It may look like a glorified doughnut, but trust when I tell you it was actually a kickass crowd-pleaser – not to mention the perfect chaser for ABPR’s signature spread of gourmet wood-fired pizzas washed down with Avion cocktails, chilled rosé and endless bottles of champers.

Good vibes, old friends, funky NOLA beats and an epic King Cake fit for a PR Queen.

Definitely worth the eight hours of driving it took us to get there and back.

Laissez les bons temps rouler, y'all!