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We finally saw Ratatouille - a mere two months after it opened. After we got over our fascination with how real the rat fur looked (tiny bristling hairs!) we were just as transported as every other critic by the kitchen action. We liked the tiny attention to detail, like the cartouche laid over the ratatouille as it cooks, and the Rube Goldberg-esque coordination of the rat kitchen crew.

We were also touched by the role of nostalgia; we may be biased, given our mission, but we felt like we saw the ultimate triumph of the home table over the finest restaurant meal. We wanted to run home and make the simple and elegant concluding dish. Fortunately a few others have...