BREANNE KOSELKE

The thing that nobody told me about Teatro ZinZanni is that it's one of those audience-participation things. The minute the actors started flirting with the rich old drunks, my friend and I shared horrified glances. She explained later, "I kept thinking 'Please don't come over here' and my stomach was tied up in knots the whole time." The food isn't so hot, either—literally, especially the cold trout salad with mound of tasteless gelatin—although the circus elements, juggling and tumbling and contorting, are fun because you're close enough to see the real fear on the performers' faces. Really, though, there must be some kind of health-code violation here: Who can eat when actors continually run up to your table and act all over your food?