Our Father

An evocative tale, performed in the back of a pub.

“The old dingleberry’s dead,” and through the fumes of beer and whiskey appear Fats, Bones, Beaky, Mumbles, Psycho, and Oscar. The gloves are off and everyone has a story to share. So pull up a chair and a jar and inhale the atmosphere as booze, insults, poetry and comedy fly in equal measure, and the portrait of “Our father: narrow-minded, wide-girthed, drunk as a stone” emerges with brutal force and acerbic flavor.

Our Father is a ‘funny, fast and furious’ hit that ran on Theatre Row, off-Broadway for five years.

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