Brunch sing-along
Brunch. Grumpy shrill morning-after 30something women, large sunglasses, whispers about who doesn’t remember what from last night, hungover waiters, overpriced eggs and pancakes, and lots of hair-of-the-dog. Brunch. I gave up on brunch a couple years ago when I realized it’s basically the black void hungover food fade between breakfast and dinner, AND it only happens on my days off. I love me some baked eggs, but I make prefer ‘em without a side of sweaty waiter. Grub Street just reported on Brunch the musical opening April 2. Maybe my fellow New Yorkers will get a little queasy once this scene is set to music. Sample, anyone?
“BRUNCH is a new rock musical about the New York City restaurant scene from the eyes of those who do the serving. It’s about the daily grind, specials, romances, firings, tips and VIPs that inhabit every restaurant, bistro, café and diner in the city. BRUNCH follows a cast of characters — waiters, bartenders and managers — through the most hectic shift of the week, from the first cup of coffee to the last reservation at the tension-filled, comically riotous, patience-trying shift at the end of the restaurant week — Brunch!”
Absolute drivel.
Who is the audience for a show like this??? Frustrated musical-theater waiters???? I know they are a lame bunch, but give them SOME credit! The only thing that could save this retarded concept would be good music & lyrics; unfortunately, a short visit to the official website (where you can listen to saccharine voices tweeting, “it’s BRUNCH!”) reveals that this show has neither. Ugh, I feel sick.
March 14th, 2009 at 8:45 am