Francophiles sniffed out Le Pichet the instant it opened, and they’ve been here ever since. One step inside the slender First Ave bistro with the little black awning transports you directly to the Right Bank of Paris—with all the buzz of lively conversation, the pulse of an all-day crowd, and the petit ceramic pitchers of wine it's named for. Just like in Paris, the menu is full of terrines, pates, charcuterie, and entrees like moules frites, that perfect combination of shellfish and fries that passes as fast food in France; or succulent roast chicken for two, which is renowned across the city and worth the hour wait. Just like in Paris, that chicken might at times arrive slightly overcooked. C'est la vie: You'll be back to idle away a morning with cafe au lait and a baguette, or to lunch on country pâté with greens. Evenings, the place fills up and gets noisy, but this is one spot that understands that more tables packed closely together is more intimate than tables spaced too far apart.