When Felipes, proprietor of New Orleans best $5 plates slung up like prison slop, announced that it was opening a second location on the corner of Bienville and North Peters streets, I chalked it up to divine providence. Ditto for La Divina, whose new Place d'Armes outpost makes the citys finest gelato fix an any-hour possibility. (Although I will miss scoffing at those poor, misguided souls sitting outside of Sucré, crowing over a costlier and inferior product while subsidizing the sweet boutiques stainless steel Sub-Zeros and travertine trimmings.) But the news of Iris Restaurants impending Bienville House relocation technically not a franchise, Im aware, but Carrolltons loss is still the Quarters gain, and on behalf of Sixth Warders from Rampart Street to the river, allow me to say: nanny nanny boo boo has me considering more scientific conspiracy theories. How else to explain the great Vieux Carré migration of so many favorite eateries? Maybe some physics-minded foodie and St. Philip Street denizen designed a gastro-magnet in his fourth-floor attic? Or could the city actually be folding up on itself, Stephen Hawking-style? Whatever the reason, it seems to be the epicurean equivalent of running up the score after all, we already lay claim to arguably the best fine-dining (Stella!), diner fare (Clover Grill), patisserie (Croissant dOr), seafood (GW Fins), African (Bennachin), Italian (Irene's Cuisine), coffeeshop (Café du Monde), steakhouse (Dickie Brennans), burger joint (Port of Call) and convenience-store-deli health violations (Verti Marte) in the Croissant City limits. Plus, ever since the Delachaise quietly kicked open the doors of its North Rampart digs in August, weve had the market cornered on domestic beer denial and brusque French bartenders, too. Coming soon: $14 tapas supremacy. Your serve, Uptown.