BY MICHAEL SOMMERS
OFF BROADWAY REVIEW
The scene for “My Manana Comes,” an insightful new play by Elizabeth Irwin, is a pantry situated between the kitchen and dining room of a smart little East Side restaurant.
That is where four busboys briskly run the food, fetch the ice, stack the glasses, fold the napkins and reveal their low-income existence at the beck and call of unseen bosses.
Currently presented at the Peter J. Sharp Theater, the Playwrights Realm premiere is anchored by a realistic setting designed by Wilson Chin with white and maroon walls, stainless steel counters and authentic details. These persuasive visuals, neatly lighted by Nicole Pearce, lend verisimilitude to Irwin’s play, which is a bit schematic in form but proves to be an eye-opening look at people who are nearly invisible cogs in New York City life.
The 95-minute play is mostly composed by Irwin as brief episodes covering the course of a slow summer at the restaurant as these back of the house workers hustle about their jobs.