In The Outlaw Josey Wales, the great Chief Dan George, quoting the Secretary of the Interior, said we must "endeavor to persevere" -- a far-less-awesome but far-more-useful quote than "Hell is coming to breakfast". Endeavoring to persevere -- with lunch and dinner -- the French Quarter Grille.
Just reopened in the wake of Mama Roux's tragic February closing, the Quarter's staffed by a seasoned team of Cajuns overseen by a chef who trained under Roux's late owner; while he's changed the menu, he's preserved the Mardi-minimalist ambiance set by a mural of a sax player wearing a chef's hat (so he can cook and play Bird). Fare's heavy on Indian Ocean-sourced proteins, like grilled Mahi Bienville (topped w/ mushroom-bacon creamed spinach, sauteed shrimp, crawfish, bearnaise), prosciutto-wrapped French Quarter Salmon (w/ basil pesto & grilled crab), and the blackened linguini Tilapia Atchafalaya -- as opposed to "back atcha, Falaya", which is what you say when Falaya tells you you're looking sharp today. Dishes that sink not swim include Blackened Steak Pontchartrain (smothered in seafood and mushroom-brandy cream sauce), Peppered Pork Tenderloin (w/ mango-pineapple chutney), and the onion-crusted, prosciutto- /Swiss- /crawfish-topped Chicken Benjamin, who compromises half of the cluck-hop duo EggKast.
To avoid Bill Murray-esque repetition, there are daily specials, highlighted by a savory Cajun Cheesecake with four cheeses, green onion, red pepper puree, crawfish, and Andouille sausage -- if you feel you can't finish it, simply endeavor to persevere, even if it makes you so full you have to skip breakfast altogether.