Be our guest, be our guest, put our service to the test!
Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie, and we—
What’s that you say?
Celiac disease? Tu ne peux pas manger quoi?
Cook your food on a clean—sacre bleu! No substitutions, mademoiselle!
P.S. I know, I know, many restaurants—even in France—are pretty good about handling special dietary requests. But Beauty and the Beast was set sometime in the eighteenth century, after all. And judging from a few recent posts on the subject, the behavior of some establishments toward diet-restricted guests is still, like Gaston’s, positively primeval. Do you agree?