Originally published at Jen’s Corner. You can comment here or there. The only way to see a movie in the theater is to see it at Alamo Drafthouse. Period. End of story. My wonderful husband, who actually reads email newsletters he’s subscribed to, and who tolerates my Johnny Depp obsession, discovered that the Alamo Drafthouse was having a movie/feast combo that he knew I’d want to see: Chocolat. What’s funny is the last time we went to the Drafthouse, it was also for a Johnny Depp movie about chocolate – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. That time, however, we didn’t…