I've seen them in advance: "Food Allowed!" - the new Comedy Show by Patric Heizmann

D So now I am sitting in row 5 between a few hundred other people in the small Laeiszhalle and I am waiting for it to start. It's about food. In a theater. Patric Heizmann wants to introduce Hamburg in advance to his new comedy show "Food Allowed!". Honestly I'm still unsure if this is the right format for me. On TV, I accidentally squeeze into such a comedy show every now and then, see full halls full of roaring people and hang out. What so many people find funny can not be totally ridiculous to me. Exactly five minutes I can do that to me most of the time and must switch to the fourth gender stereotype, trite joke urgently again. Something that is hard to get hold of for women who still can not park in 2016 and for men who only look at boobs all their lives is not that easy.

But this is it not men and women, but food. And Herr Heizmann is supposed to pack the topic in a very amusing way. At least that's what the usual Internet sources I've superficially asked. The hall is definitely filled with people.

And then Mr. Heizmann enters the stage elastically. He treats himself to a small lectern as a stage decoration and has brought something to write. The muscles of the upper arm stretch a bit under the well-fitting T-shirt and the six-pack also paints a bit under the fabric. The teeth are sure to flash into the last row. No question - Mr. Heizmann is in good shape. Probably better if you do funniest things about food and eating.

Mr. Heizmann begins to chat with the audience in a relaxed mood. Warm up a bit and get closer - the first people start to giggle. And then they all get their fat away: the vegans, the vegetarians, the fructans, the intolerant, the fashion dieters, the super-foodists - yes, and also the carnivores.

Heizmann introduces the audience Humorous way, that no one here in the hall could throw the first stone in nutritional matters. Too many half-truths, lobbying, PR strategies, and pseudoscience determine our view of food. Spinach has a lot of iron? An old hat. Eggs are harmful to cholesterol? Yawn. Eternal life without meat. Oh well. We want to do everything right, build our very own truth of the best strategy for our diet - and then stand again with Schwabbelhintern and fat apron in front of the mirror. Or rather not, because seeing one's own can make you feel awkward.

Superfood is what Superman eats for breakfast in the morning.

But fat aprons are not tolerable - Mr. Heizmann leaves no doubt about that. "Everything that wobbles when jumping up, must go," he says in a good mood. Rarely have I seen so many people laughing at the mention of the word "fat apron". Involuntarily I have to luschern on his six-pack. The man has a good talk. I suspect something bad. Does that drift off into such a body-cult thing? Thank God Herr Heizmann remembers in time that not everyone can be a sports freak. Reward patterns in the brain are definitely different. But movement is already important. Actually, it's all about your own well-being.

But Mr. Heizmann also knows that we actually have no chance to concentrate on our own well-being in nutritional matters. Torn between supposedly scientific truths and a perfidious food industry, we have become slaves to our own evolutionary pattern.And food gives us well-being - if it's just the right thing. Hear hear! When asked who climbs on his personal scale every day at home, almost the entire room then reaches up and shakes hands. In the crowd, one is more courageous for such intimate confessions. However, a majority of the audience is more likely to have mixed feelings on their faces. Personal scales and wellbeing seem to be two things that do not work well together.

And then we dive into men's and women's issues. Why shopping for men is sheer horror and that she can focus only on a clearly defined goal on Horizon (Mammoth!), But women (very collectable collectors during the clan march) have to fall for every special offer - at the latest now everything's clear. The hall squeaks with pleasure and I laugh with a full throat. But it is also too delightful how Herr Heizmann delicately picks imaginary Blümelein on stage.

A few Kalauer make even the topics factory farming and laying batteries entertainable. An interesting way to keep the audience with the mirror with the difficult consumer behavior. Without the famous raised index finger and horror scenarios you might actually think about whether a kilo of pork for 2.99 € should make us collapse with happiness. At the moment we at least keep our bellies from laughing.

However, with a short laugh when Herr Heizmann actually calls down from the stage, that women prefer to stay at home and feel better should take care of the children. Working women? The beginning of Sodom and Gomorrah! With him life was alright because Mommy had stayed home and cared so touchingly about him. And that's the way it should be again today. No sorry, Mr. Heizmann, with all the humor - in this question, we here and now decided not come together.

Then the Mr. Heizmann has one more concern: He encourages us to take a single thing from the show that we are implementing in our daily lives from now on. Those who want to change their lifestyle radically must fail, says Heizmann. But with one thing - hey, that could work. No matter if we do not buy cheap eggs from tomorrow onwards or if we prefer to use the stairs instead of the elevator, a small step can make a big difference.

I doubt that any kind of step will ever happen to me could trigger a six-pack. But at least the entertaining evening has brought with it an interesting insight: I should go to comedy events more often. Laughter in the large group also provides a lot of well-being.

"Food allowed!" - the new stage show by Patric Heizmann.
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