I was telling my classmate, Kimon, about it since he arrived in Paris, and he was eager to try it. Since I could only get us in at 10PM, we did what we had to do and waited up for it.
I won't waste your time w/a lot of frivolous text here - just enjoy the photos (that's the caille [quail] on the right, 3 sauces- olive oil&garlic, orange, lemon sauces, and on the left, the sardines with tête et pied de veau). I should note that we ordered entrées and main plats and happily waited with our carafe of wine for them to come. After a while, the waiter looked at our clean table and, with a face of consternation asked if we had received our entrées. We said "no". 
He then ran off to the kitchen and brought us back an extra entree of the fromage de tête de veau to share.
The Magret de Canard (duck breast, right) was fab-u-luss and their presentation belies the pub-like setting. So if you see other notes from people that talk about the lack of service in restaurants - don't think that that's a universal axiom. It doesn't apply here.
Although it kind of sounds like Groucho Marx or W.C.Fields not wanting to join a club that would accept people like them, I should note that the restaurant was half-filled with les Americains. I refrain from a "ptooey". Not 3 weeks after Katy and I went to l'Ami Jean last year, the NY Times published a half-page article on the restaurant on the front of the Travel Section. No more "secret little find". Nevertheless, the cooking has not suffered and it is still a top destination for me every time I'm here.
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