The staying power of the comic writing of the French playwright Marc Camoletti is being demonstrated in the smash hit revival in the West End of his Boeing-Boeing, which was enthusiastically reviewed on these pages a few weeks ago. Now there is a chance to savour another of his exuberant farces in the Mill at Sonning's hilarious revival of Don't Dress for Dinner. A major success on the Paris stage, the play went on to a six-year run in the West End in an English version by Robin Hawdon - used again here - which supplies verbal wit to match the absurdity of the action.

The setting is a converted farmhouse in the French countryside - convincingly realised by designer Tony Eden - where owner Bernard (the excellent Royce Mills, who also directs) is eagerly looking forward to a weekend of hanky-panky with his chic Parisian mistress, Suzy (Maxine Gregory). The opportunity has been created by the planned departure of his wife Jacqueline (Belinda Carroll) on a visit to her mother.

But just as she is about to set off, the phone rings. It's Bernard's pal Robert, invited down to provide cover for the erring husband. This is welcome news for Jacqueline when she picks up the receiver, because she happens to be Robert's secret mistress. Quick as a flash she's on the phone again, putting off her mum with a feigned illness. She isn't going to miss this chance of a lovers' tryst.

So the scene is set for fun, which escalates rapidly when the quartet of deceivers are joined by the Cordon Bleu cook Bernard has hired for the night. She is called Suzy, too, you see, which convenient circumstance suggests all sorts of deceptions in which she is willing to participate - at a price. Elizabeth Elvin provides a comic tour de force in her presentation of this mercenary mademoiselle - or rather 'madam', as we discover her to be when her very jealous - and very big - husband (Matthew Wynn) eventually arrives to take her home.

During the course of a wonderful evening of multiple misunderstandings and comic confusions, I found nothing funnier than her long tête-à-tête on the sofa with an amazed Robert during which he persists in the belief that she is pedalling sexual favours rather than her culinary skills. I was particularly pleased to find the admirable comic actor Martyn Stanbridge as Robert. He was to have played the part when I last saw the play at Northampton's Royal Theatre seven years ago, but was obliged to withdraw at the last moment. (Stop sniggering at the back . . .) Royce Mills comes to the role of the affable Bernard with the considerable advantage of having played it for four years in the West End. As you can imagine, he exploits every possible comic opportunity for himself and (as director) for the rest of the cast.

Don't Dress for Dinner continues until September 8. Box office: 0118 969 8000.