my impression is that it doesn't matter where you eat in new orleans as long as you are not a total moron. or, it's more important what you eat than where, if that makes sense. like if the menu has a crawfish etouffee benedict, order that and not a sausage and eggs omelette you idiot.
off the top of my head these are some places i ate
ruby slipper
mother's
flamingo a go go
palace cafe
coterie
joey k's
other wonderful stuff:
eliza jane hotel (hyatt points!)
house ogling in the garden district
bar hopping / shopping on magazine st
getting blackout in french quarter
taking the streetcar to
audoban park and going for an instagram walk
ghost tour.