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The basic problem with dinner theater is that the rhythms of food delivery distract from stage antics. At Teatro ZinZanni, the whole place is a stage, including your seat. Cunningly, winningly, the troupe incorporates the briskly efficient whisking of plates into the more-than-five-course repast of entertainment. The improvisatory, Eastern European tunes noodle on under the genius direction of bushy-bearded Norman Durkee at the keyboard, knitting all moods into one and goosing each movement at just the right moment.
The performers are as good as anybody on any legit stage in the city. Doloréze Lèonard is Madame ZinZanni, your basic bossy, faux-French circus ringmistress. Clowns Toly, Charly, and Eddy Castor juggle as skillfully with their feet as most do with both hands—and trust me, it's funnier with feet. The sexily svelte contortionist Svetlana is a credit to her alma mater, the Kiev State Circus School. Sergiy Krutikov makes an impressive juggling Ukrainian sailor, and L.A. Comedy Store vet Peter Pitofsky is a strongman capable of swallowing his own face. Francine Reed, the Chanteuse, is a no-kidding blues star; Juliana Rambaldi, the Diva, a no-kidding opera star. Rie Taki's Kissing Fairy brings the floating world of Kabuki Japanese theater into the tomfoolery. The trapeze artists Duo Artemiev flip around so impressively, you only slightly fear they're going to crash-land in your lap. Michael Davis' Chef Tad Overdone commits wisecracks (of a half-Lab, half–pit bull pooch: "He may tear your leg off, but he'll bring it back") and induces audience members to juggle splattery objects.
Weirdest and wonderfullest of all is Voronin, also Kiev-schooled. He is whitefaced, world-weary, like a Samuel Beckett clown, looking down his enormous nose at the universe prior to exiting each scene with a dismissive toss of fluttery blossoms. He's funny and eerie.
"Ladies and chentlemen!" announces Madame. "Life is not a dress rehearsal! Bite into every moment!" No better place to do so than Teatro ZinZanni.
6:30 p.m. Thurs.–Sat., 5:30 p.m. Sun. Teatro ZinZanni, 2301 Sixth Ave., 206-802-0015, dreams.zinzanni.org. $109 Satuday evenings, $89 all other nights. BELLTOWN.