A play examines how lives evolve around years of restaurantgoing.
Photo: Hannah Whitaker
The Big Meal, Dan LeFranc’s dark-comedy, which ends its run on Sunday, takes place at a series of grim, unnamed restaurants, because as he says, “The thing about a restaurant meal is that you can’t escape.” Though LeFranc is a self-proclaimed “foodie” who loves Franny’s and grew up in the industry, the grub on the his actors’ plates is deliberately “grotesque,” with the most depressing of all: chicken fingers. “There’s just something sad about chicken fingers.” [NYT]
