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...wisdom from exotic dancers, here we get household hints from adult-film stars, girls jumping on trampolines, and hosts Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Carolla (the show's creators) drinking beer as they make fun of marriage, Oprah and movies starring Bette Midler--subjects lots of awful sitcoms already skewer, and for free...
...child of a modest Irish-Catholic background and as a well-connected graduate of prestigious "Hale University." Ask yourself how many contemporary comic novels have dealt with the issue of class, and you will come up with a short list. Moreover, ask yourself how many manage to skewer Swedish cinema, performance art, silly doctoral theses and the "Poverty Barn" along the way, and you'll begin to see why this one is such a treat...
...years Alessandrini has been having his cream pie and throwing it too. Subverting Broadway's hit tunes with wickedly irreverent parody lyrics, he has created a series of satirical revues that skewer musical theater. This latest edition is one of his sharpest yet. Here, a protean cast of four derides Disney's Lion King in The Circle of Mice. Footloose? Screwloose. Best of all is Alessandrini's new take on the decade-old Les Mis, which offers up dread-inspiring thoughts in the number Ten Years More. Even Victor Hugo would chuckle...
Finally the first rodizio waiter came to our table, offering a skewer of beef. It's described on the menu as "Top Butt Sirloin--Chef Exclusive grade!" in fact. Um, how appetizing. Certainly better than a mediocre cut of butt, I suppose. However, the beef was disappointingly dry and fairly bland. Barbecuing usually gives meats a rich smoky flavor, but this was sadly not the case here. Still, the quality was not consistent across meat lines. The barbecued lamb and pork did have more flavor. And standout was the linguica sausage, which distinguished itself as the best of the skewers...
Unfortunately the rotations of skewers was imbalanced. Two or three waiters kept on coming to our table, offering cheerfully, "more beef?" Everytime a skewer approached, we would look up hopefully, thinking that perhaps this slab of meat might be something different. When we caught sight of the elusive chicken guy we practically had to flag him down. And I must say the guy carrying the skewer of little impaled chicken hearts never did make it to our table--which was hardly cause for lament for me, although conesseiurs say chicken hearts are one of the more delectable organs...