Bruce started with serving up fish, and there was no use wondering why. This drew in the counter culture cat and the forlorn kite and we moved on to Jimmy's crack. This corny effort ended with B singing of playing doctor and this started the parade of virgins. A virgin singer, a virgin player, and a virgin song that ironically lamented the loss of innocence. It was fun to watch passer-bys get drawn in like moths to flames, circling and circling until they finally getting entrapped and issue the password of "move the guitar, please" while entering.
Where's Rena's jokes when you need them?
We turned a page but there was no figuring out how salt and pepper had us pushing to the beat. A virgin came back for more and while the blown up goat was nowhere to be found, alas it looked like Dave was planning to beat the cow.
And I haven't even mentioned the food – mini pizzas, veggies, and more. Martinis and desserts for the deserving.
This is Niles at its best, and it is still a babe. Essesanay Cafe Open Mic, Wednesdays, 7-10