Neil Hamburger show at Lincoln Hall was a comedy disaster. A perfect comedy disaster.
Grease-slicked hair stripes across his forehead in a blatant comb-over. He spills half of his drink setting it on a music stand and pours the rest on his head a few minutes later. He loudly and abruptly clears his throat, pauses, and then clears it again. Ladies and germs, this is Neil Hamburger,...