Really, really not what I expected for one of the best-known comedy clubs in Chicago. If it weren't for the names they somehow attract, this would be a solid one-star review.
First, the seating. If you are one of the lucky people to get sat along the wall (stage right), well, then you're king... comfortable seating and there're so many tables almost everyone gets their own. The rest of the audience, however, are screwed.
As for us, we got the worst lot: We were sat in two uncomfortable chairs in the middle of the floor. At first it wasn't so bad... we moved our chair back a little bit, and it was alright... but then a waitress came along and made us move our chairs forward so that our knees were touching the chairs in front of us. And that's how we sat for the entire night. You get more space on an airplane.
This is also when we realized another flaw in the seating plan: We didn't have a table. Now, that's bad enough, but remember: Zanies has a two item minimum. So they made us buy drinks and food, but didn't give us any place to actually put them.
The people sitting in front of us were kind enough to let us use a few inches of the back of their table, but (and this is not their fault) because of the positioning of their seats, any time they moved, their arms were in danger of knocking over our drinks. Even with the kind gesture from the people in front of us, my partner had to put his drink on the floor. I was using one hand to eat my pretzel (which was sitting on my lap) and the other hand spent the evening holding down my wine glass for fear of having to go home wearing my cabernet sauvignon.
I would like to pause here to say a little bit about their menu: There's about five beer, wine, and cocktail choices each (no cider), and the food menu is basically nachos or a pretzel.
The warm-up act, as they tend to be, was pretty awful: Recycled jokes that you've heard on every comedy special since the 70s. To make matters worse, there was a couple by the door who were already very drunk. They kept interrupting the act but management did nothing about this, even when the headliner came on.
Then, the AC kicked in, and we had been sat right under a row of industrial-sized vents. Now, keep in mind, it's 40 degrees outside. The room was perfectly comfortable temperature-wise at the time, and now we've got arctic air blowing on us. Everyone in our row donned their sweaters and jackets and sat there shivering. I had to sit on my hands (risking the life of my wine) to keep them warm.
Now, the headline act was HILARIOUS. I felt kind of bad for the guy, though, on two fronts: First, he had to deal with the ridiculously-intoxicated couple by the front door whom management apparently didn't think were an issue, and secondly because he's a huge name in the UK, with his own TV show, and had just played a show in New York in a proper multi-tiered theater to a crowd of hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, and he comes to Chicago and gets stuck in this dinky little club. But anyways, the show itself was fantastic and we laughed so hard we cried.
Then, the show was over and the waitresses flooded out to collect money. Why they wait until the show is over instead of handling it just after last call is beyond me. The waitress was inattentive and people had to chase her down to pay her. They were checking receipts at the door, too, and you were not allowed to leave if you didn't present it. I watched one poor guy who wanted to get out to get some air (as did I) be turned away and told to go back to his seat. Even after he explained that his partner was paying the bill, they still wouldn't let him step outside.
On top of this, they had situated a disabled man by the exit and put his wheelchair right in front of the door (this door was also the fire exit, mind you).
I can't understand how this place became so famous. The service is unimpressive, the food and drinks are mediocre, the seating is not just cramped but inadequate, and the management doesn't control the crowd. There are so many better clubs in Chicago. Honestly, if someone I really wanted to see came to town and they were only performing at Zanies, I would consider driving to the next city instead.
Update: Zanies called my partner today and told him that we won free tickets. Which is funny, because they were already giving out free tickets to everyone as they exited, and most people were just throwing them away. My partner, probably not very politely given our experience, turned the tickets down. I wouldn't go back even if it was free. read more