A lot can be lost in the translation when you have an American cast playing a British adaptation of a French farce. The complications in Don't Dress For Dinner are premised on a husband and wife who have both arranged at-home trysts with their respective paramours on the same evening, a mistress whose name is very similar to that of the cateress hired for the occasion, and a set having five doors -- three of them leading to bedrooms -- more discussed than slammed.
Fortunately, Stage Right director Peter Verdico keeps his production's pace sufficiently brisk and light-hearted to render the diluted gags funnier than written and the inexplicable inconsistencies negligible (e.g. if the English couple's house is just outside Paris, why does the cook from the local agency have an English accent?). Also making the most of the actors' copious charm -- in particular, Bethany Jorgensen as the protean servant (whose uniform is transformed into a party dress via the most original feat of costuming legerdemain seen this season) -- is Stage Right's intimate auditorium and big stage, which Verdico and his company keep replete with high-speed action and infectious sparkle.
