I Didn’t Ask for Bare-Chested Men Singing Doo-Wop

Direct from its run at the New York International Fringe Festival, its I Didn’t Ask for Bare-Chested Men Singing Doo-Wop! In this old-fashioned farce with a modern edge, a burned-out stockbroker dumps his job and his babe to wait on tables. The sex-crazed manager bolts, the other guy quits, and he’s alone on his first night trying to make sense out of a mysterious customer (complete with an entourage of the title characters) who demands to be served by a woman.