Everything creates laughter in My Son The Waiter

| July 22, 2017 | Comments (0)

Waiter logoIf you are a mother, or have a mother, make plans to see My Son The Waiter:  A Jewish Tragedy. The one man comedy show, written and performed by Brad Zimmerman, has so many universal themes that you cannot help but laugh out loud from start to finish.

No matter where you grew up, you’ll relate to Brad’s childhood. He talked about his baseball career, complete with his Dad cheering loudly from the sidelines. He talked about high school in a way that every student will understand. His college experience in Florida, where he perfected his Scottish brogue for a student theater production, launched his career. (As the granddaughter of a Scottish immigrant, I was pretty impressed with his brogue.)

Only his arts career took longer than anticipated, so while he was working his way to artistic success, Brad had to make money. His waiter career was born, both as a way to pay the bills and a comedy material source. His customer stories were so relatable. We have all been out to dinner with the people he discussed, from the picky eater to the table of elderly women. My college roommate laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe when Brad said that serving a table of elderly Jewish mothers meant asking “Is anything ok?” She often told stories about her own Jewish mother who was never happy with a restaurant meal. I commented that it was a certain age, not a religion, that created the ultra-picky diner. My roommate said, “You’ve eaten with my mother. You know it’s both.”

When Brad spoke about his mother, the audience laughed out loud. You did not have to grow up in a Jewish family to relate to his mother. Her comments about his career (saying “as long as it makes you happy”) while telling stories about other peoples’ success were spot on for anyone who ever chose winding career path. Your mother might not have been worried about the same issues, but every mother worries more than seems practical because no matter how old you are, you are still her baby.

Brad gave us a great idea when he merged his love of sports with his comedy career. He told a story which ended with his personal “touchdown” dance. At several points during his performance, he ended with his personal touchdown dance. It was something the audience discussed as we left the theater. We all agreed that life is too short not to have your own personal touchdown dance.

My Son the Waiter:  A Jewish Tragedy runs at the North Shore Center for the Performing Arts through August 13. Brad is working on a sequel called My Rise to the Middle. This show will be on stage one night only, Wednesday, August 9. For more information or to purchase tickets, visit http://www.northshorecenter.org/ or call 1-800-673-6300.


Shari writes about life with twins at Two Times The Fun. Image courtesy of My Son the Waiter:  A Jewish Tragedy.


Disclaimer:  I did receive media passes for opening night. My words and opinions are my own.



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About Shari: Shari is a mom, wife, marketing communications professional, gardener, Chicago Blackhawks fan, college sports fan, traveler, quilter, community volunteer, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, Siberian Husky owner, Girl Scout troop leader and book lover. You can find Shari blogging about life with twins at Two Times the Fun and tweeting @slcs48n1. View author profile.

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