Okay, so last night was a "shake down cruise," the maiden voyage of comedy at The Claddagh, and while I have no idea what sort of capacity the Fire Marshal established for the place, it seemed pretty near capacity.
That is to say, I think the launch was a successful one... Jeanne certainly enjoyed herself, and it seemed the rest of the crowd did as well.
And for good reason: two of the comedians, Jack Simmons and especially Peter Bales, in the parlance of their tradecraft, "killed."
(Peaches Rodriguez, who also doubled as Mistress of Ceremonies, spent too much of her time flapping her arms and exhorting the audience to "Give your selves a big hand!"
A fourth performer was under-voiced and his act mercifully brief; few caught either his name or his under-stated "prop humor.")
The evening didn't go all that smoothly, though... the waitresses refused to serve beverages to the tables, and insisted that I go to the three-deep bar where one barmaid and one of the owners were mightily challenged to keep up.
But they didn't sur-charge for the drinks because of the entertainment, something I've seen happen even when there' a cover charge, $20 in this case.
I think the evening went
well enough that The Claddagh would try it again... I certainly hope so 'cause it was a good night out.