Manhattan’s Comedy Fair Laughs in Chelsea

Chelsea cracked last night with Manhattan’s Comedy Fair, joking NYC’s spring at a 23rd Street lot. Comic Lena Carter slayed sets as 300 howled, a $10 ticket fest of yuks. It’s borough laughs—pure Chelsea vibe, mics hot. A kid pitched a gag; a pro bombed a bit. ‘Manhattan laughs—this is it,’ Carter says, tossing zingers. The stalls turned stage.

The fair’s fresh—April 3’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rows by 6 p.m. Carter’s a Flatiron joker; last night’s crowd hit max—knees slapped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; beers flowed—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—gags ruled. #NYCComedy trended; Brooklyn wants a quip.

Some griped—’Too crude,’ sniped a stiff,

dodging jabs. Wind flicked—tents held; laughs held. A rival’s pitching a SoHo roast, splitting bits. Still, 400 stayed—jokes reigned. Chelsea’s never laughed so bold.

Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s funny—this proves it,’ she says, packing notes. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets guffaws. It’s a comedy rush; catch the next. Bring a pal—lines call.