

Second City’s “Taming of the Flu” is a gracefully structured show. The layered scenes and characters were as memorable as the people that performed them. One of my favorite scenes of the show was a hysterical Andy St. Clair and very funny Tim Robinson as Chicago cops on bicycle patrol. The duo wore unbelievably short shorts and ridiculous helmets, poking fun at current events, crime and segway cops (It is a delectable scene).
To further appease the Chi-townish pallet, Napier (producer) throws us a curve ball with a spin on cabbie life. Being from the city and having ridden in many a cab, I understand the plight of the cabbie. Tim Robbins cabbie is set solo. He reaches his arm around the passenger seat, turning to address the audience with his justification for fare hikes like boogers on the seat and cleaning puke. He carried the scene away with his over sumptuous Middle Eastern accent, screaming about drunks in his cab and farts. “Classic.”

Aside from cabbies and bike cops this troupe touched up on everything from the 1950s to political satire and even treacherous Chicago winters. The Chicago winter song was great, but the star in my eyes is the “wonderfully talented” Lauren Ash. Her angelic voice and verbally challenging tongue twisters of comedy made my side hurt. This show is great for the locals and the outta-towners. Ruby Streak (musical director) is a talented musician. I wish I could have heard a little more but she delivered a charming interlude to the 1950s prom era.
My favorite part of the whole show hands down was “Frank Lagouse” performed by Andy St. Clair. His impersonation of an Italian seminar speaker complete with gold chains, hairy chest and utterly ridiculous sun glasses was so spot on I thought it was my cousin Joey “up der”. Keep your eye out for St. Clair, I am sure we will be seeing a lot of this “rising star” on the big screen very soon. “Second City” my butt, this bright minded group of highly motivated funny people is another reason why I know Chicago is number 1.
Forbes has nominated Chicago as one of the 10 most miserable cities in the United States of 2009.
Dear Mr. Forbes,
My mother always says if you don’t have something nice to say don’t say anything at all. In this trying economy, it’s easy to point out the negatives in life, like low real estate values, cold weather (it’s winter, we get it), unemployment, and long commutes. I realize it’s that time of year when we have those extra pounds we’re trying to get rid of, when work is slower than ever, and no matter how well I wipe my shoes on the mat, I always manage to track in salty snow and muck on my hardwood floors. Perhaps Forbes Magazine forgot to ask the locals what they think. What about the three other seasons in the year that I think are pretty freakin spectacular? What about our colleges like Northwestern and University of Chicago? What about the dozens and dozens of professional athletes like Michael Jordan, Carlton Fisk, and Mark Buehrle who give back to their communities and draw in the national spotlight? What about Second City, The Goodman Theatre, and Steppenwolf? What about Comiskey Park and Wrigley Field? What about the Bears and the Blackhawks, and the Fire? What about Rick Bayless, Charlie Trotter, and Alpana Singh? What about Harry Carey? One word. Oprah. The list goes on… and on…and on. It may just be me, but I ain’t miserable Mr. Forbes. I saw Avatar. I don’t need a horse/anteater or a giant lizard flying thing or a ten foot tall blue girlfriend with really great legs… Instead, I’ve got breaded steak sandwiches. I’ve got miles of beautiful coastline next to mile high skyscrapers. And if I’m late to work, most likely it’s my fault and not the Redline train or the buses. (Blame the breaded steaks. Or the deep dish pizza. Take your pick.)
This is where I call home Mr. Forbes and I have a lot to be thankful for.
And hey, Forbsey, you know you can always ask me, Cousin Vinnie, anything about what makes Chicago so great. It’s the people. Friends and family, who back each other up when times get rough. It’s Bridgeport, the neighborhood I grew up in. It’s my buddies the Tito boys. It’s a meal with my beautiful girl. It’s a walk in the Lincoln Park Zoo when it’s 20 degrees out. It’s coffee with the guys at work. In times like these, it’s important to remember the little things. And Chicago knows how to do the little things real big.