Hooray to Scarlett for invoking Miss Manners. Of course, she phrased it much more politely than I would have, which is thusly:
“Listen, you toolbox, if you accepted an invitation to eat dinner in my home, and you did not have the courtesy to let me know what you cannot or will not eat, or even to bother checking on what I would be serving, then it is your own damn fault that you are sitting there starving while everyone is having a good old time. Now shut up and breathe your sterilized air and drink your distilled water before I shove this lovely Oneida silver pie server laden with hot caramel bread pudding the wrong way up your ass, jackhole.”
I have a friend who pulls this shit all the bloody time and it drives me effing nuts. I checked several major etiquette resources AND I asked my grandmother (who knows just about everything about just about everything), and I found that the host or hostess has fulfilled her responsibility to his or her guests simply by extending the invitation. The responsibility for making sure that a guest has something appropriate to eat falls on THE GUEST.
And qts: FYI, it is NOT considered impolite to offer to bring something that you can eat if you are invited to a dinner party and you are not sure that there will be something served that meets your dietary requirements. BUT, you are supposed to OFFER - because it IS impolite to bring something into your host’s house that they would not serve (i.e., bringing a roast suckling pig into a vegan’s house). But it is NOT the responsibility of your hostess to make special meals / dishes for everyone at the table.
So … if you have special dietary restrictions, ask what will be served. If you can’t eat what will be served, offer to bring something else. If that is not acceptable to the hostess, then politely decline the invitiation. Sheesh. Manners are not really rocket science.
Oh, and not that you asked, but my “special” friend does not get invited for dinner any more, either. According to Nana there is a special place in Hell reserved for rude dinner guests, right next to the hussies who wear white shoes after Labor Day.
