German comedy.  Oxymoron.

Never the less, when a friend invited us to the  Münchner Lach + Schiess Gesselschaft comedy club, we said ‘Warum nicht?‘ something new.

Despite becoming quite the Germano-phile, I’ve remained an unapologetic chauvinist on the issue of entertainment and humor: Americans are the best. Of course, my German husband doesn’t hold the same view, so going to a ‘comedy’ club here wasn’t such a hard sell.

I don’t get up to Schwabing much, but when I do, I wonder why I don’t.

I liked the club. It was full of people I used to consider very ‘European’ before I lived here. Slightly professorial garb, statement glasses, in their late 40s/early 50s and ‘intellectual’ looking. I can’t prove it, but I feel like there are more of these types in Schawbing.

The evening’s act was a fellow named Tilmann Birr. A Berliner who wrote a memoir of his time as a tour guide, titled On Se Left You See Se Siegeseule (which, I confess, is a pretty good title).

I admit, I laughed.

The Kerl was pretty good, especially his impression of Bavarian tourists. It was hard to have to concentrate so hard for a cabaret act; my German is good enough to enjoy a show, but not good enough that if I space out for one minute I can jump back in and catch up, but it was worth it.

Maybe if my German improves, so will my attitude towards German comedy. Check back in about ten years.

Posted by:eleanormayrhofer

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