Meanwhile, in a restaurant in Paris…
Seven members of the staff stood closely to the entrance to the dining area. They were all waiting for their waiter to get the morning paper and see the review from last night's critic.
Six of them were cooks; one was the brother of the chef.
And to make it more interesting…five were human and the other two, were rats.
That's right, two rats. One was the chef, who was Remy, and the other was his brother, Emile.
From the other five other cooks, Collette, the only girl, stepped forward as their waiter (and her boyfriend) Linguini, stepped in with the newspaper.
"So? What does the review say?" Larousse asked.
Swallowing, Linguini began: "For my thirty years of being a critic, never have I faced a challenge as great as the one La Ratatouille offered me last night. My judgment, though seldom positive, could be the top story for days on end. But now, I bring to you the decision I made last night and its effect on me, in a way that shows how deserving it is against my own self. Most regularly, I would judge a dish with the first thing that comes to my mind as I try to savor it. The meal at La Ratatouille was one of the few that have given me a stroke of genius as I began, and kept its wonderful sparkle up to the last bite. It is my honor and pleasure to say, that the cooks at this restaurant, have lived up to their name, yet again."
Cheering and clapping rose up in the kitchen as Linguini finished reading the review. And with a smile on his face, Linguini announced: "We did it again guys. We made another critic happy."
"Well, that's what we do. We make sure our customers leave without any doubt that we did a good job." Colette said as she faced her workmates.
Grabbing the nearest bottle of wine, Larousse said: "This deserves a celebration!" Pouring some of the Cheval Blanc 1947 into his wine glass, and then putting some in the other glasses before handing them out, Larousse said: "To us!"
"To us!" they all toasted happily, and drank up.