It's probably a slight mistranslation so I don't mean any offense but, I'm finding"entry-level restaurant" hilarious.
Imagine Alexander, who after years of hard work and dedication to his craft finally moves on to a professional level restaurant. On the way in he sees an overconfident novice kitted out in the newest gear, silk napkin smoldering at his side. Escaping from singed mustache hairs a rasp can be heard, "Don't eat the fire... Don't eat... The fire."
"Poor guy never stood a chance, came here having never even seen a flambe?? I've trained for this, I've got this, I might not have the best gear but those forks and knives become a part of me when it's time to dine".
Alexander reassures him self, attempting to squelch the nerves steaming from his soul.
His teeth grit, hands clench, breath ceases for just a moment upon hearing the words.
"Do you have a reservation?"
Suddenly the seriousness of the situation struck Alexander, then with a cool confident sigh he knew he would succeed. No plate, bowl, or flaming pan would stop him.
People still do, but they call them scarfs or neckerchiefs. It actually works pretty well, I didn't notice my throat was getting sore in the cold until I wore one.