Manhattan’s Comedy Workshop Jokes in East Village

East Village yukked last night with Manhattan’s Comedy Workshop, riffing NYC’s spring at a 2nd Avenue bar. Comic Jay Patel taught punchlines as 40 quipped, a $15 class for laugh kids. It’s borough gags—pure EV vibe, mics hot. A kid bombed a bit; a pro slayed a set. ‘Manhattan laughs—this is it,’ Patel says, tossing prompts. The room turned stage.

The shop’s fresh—March 17’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing stools by 7 p.m. Patel’s a LES joker; last night’s crowd hit max—knees slapped. A latecomer nabbed a mic; beers flowed—NYC grit glowed. Jokes hit the air—fun ruled. #NYCComedy trended; Brooklyn wants a gag.

Some griped—’Too raw,’ sniped a shybie, dodging boos. Mic buzzed—fixed quick; laughs held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea roast, splitting bits. Still, 50 stayed—yuks reigned. East Village’s never joked so bold.

Patel’s teasing a showcase, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s funny—this hones it,’ he says, packing notes. The shop’s a Manhattan win—grit meets guffaws. It’s a comedy rush; join the next. Bring a line—laughs call.