We had a nice dinner at Pierrot last night after visiting family at the MGH. The lovely French hostess squeezed us in, as I had just called to inquire about the wait, and the place was jumping. We got there around 730, and at 930, people were still coming in the door.
I don't have too much to add to MC Slim JB's excellent review a few weeks back, except to say the duck confit with red cabbage was excellent, that 2 of my companions enjoyed the rainbow trout stuffed with shrimp mousse special, and that that asiette de cochonailles, mussels, and salad with chevre were everything they should be. The creme brulee chould have been a bit more brulee, but it was a minor quibble.
They seem to have added some young (college age) american waitstaff to the french stadd, but they're very well trained and responsive, and there was clearly a "captain" watching over the whole dining room. I had a gas watching the patron flit around the room checking on everyone (us too) and listening to him describe several delicious items to another, french speaking table, as "pas mal, pas mal." It was a lovely reminder of why I love paris so much, without the passport.