Sweet Paprika

A few weeks ago, I was invited out to dinner and a show by this guy. My first choice was to try Rosa Mexicano at Union Square, but the maitre'd said the wait would be about two hours. For two people. To have Mexican food.

Was that the hint for me to slip her a Washington?

And isn't there a Chipotle just around the corner?

Any way, we ended up at Republic, where while the prices are slightly high, the music loud, and the tables crowded; the food is generally palatable. And therefore it attracts an attractive, younger crowd.

After some curry noodle soups and a bit of crowd watching, we met up with the fashionista and headed across the park to the weekly comedy show, Sweet Paprika.

We know the piano player, or as he put it, the Paul Schaffer, of the show. He told us it was gay night! How appropriate! After he regaled the audience with a medley of tunes (all from memory I might add), the gay funny show started.

I wish I could remember the names of the comedians, because most of them were funny; but the special mention goes out to the emcee of the night, Allison, who totally rocked.

Yes, it was rockin', it was raunchy, and the 'tenders were nice and cute. In other words, you should definitely check it out. And let me know so I can come with, k?