TimeOutNY Critic Pick
A man walks into a bar—wait! it’s not a joke!—and says to the bartender, “I was at your daughter’s wake.” The room stills, then quickens. There are a thousand painful implications, and William Burke’s delicately funny theater poem the food was terrible wants to show us a hundred of them. Food starts as a villanelle of the overheard; only Will Eno works with such fine, sharp tools. And then Burke’s world shifts to weird. The note-perfect bar suddenly fills with additional artists, scrawling their own chalk-written output. -Helen Shaw
Mr. Burke and the director, Mary Beth Easley, have some graceful and surprising ideas about community, about theatrical space, about ways to integrate poetry and visual art and Billy Joel into an event. Let’s drink to that. -The New York Times
"[a] fascinating and unusual play" -L magazine
Full Review HERE
Interview with Culturebot: http://www.culturebot.org/2014/05/21861/death-in-a-dive-bar/
the food was terrible is a theatrical meditation about death, mourning, and what might be eating away at your stomach. More than a simple two-men-at-bar, this is an evolution into questioning. Can we all clink (glasses) and try to remember who took the dead daughter's (glasses)? Are bipolar people capable of fucking up bacon? Will someone get it together to paint the correct sunrise?
the food was terrible features Noel Allain and Evander Duck.