City Paper is not for tourists
Seriously, what is left to say about these guys? Their schtick don’t stink: The jokes (many of them begrimed with the dust of ages) come at you at a breakneck pace and wrapped in a below-the-Borscht-Belt, anything-for-a-yuk sensibility. They’re funny the lion’s share of the time, and even when the jokes go south, the performers don’t give up on them. In fact, they seem to relish the challenge of wringing laughter out of groans and hisses, and because those moments offer glimpses of real spontaneity—something found in relatively short supply in this 15-year-old show—they tend to succeed.