On any given Friday, thirty strangers crowd into Jonah Pollack’s living room. It’s as different from a typical comedy club as it gets – instead of a two-drink minimum, there’s free Two Buck Chuck in a cooler in the kitchen next to a five gallon pot of popcorn. It feels like a college house party, down to a precarious bathroom door latch, except instead of a sloppy band, there’s a mix of both sloppy and very polished comedians.
