Published Sep 26, 2018Robby Hoffman is like Larry David in a small librarian's body. Kvetching with about foodies, people with no personalities and her religious family not accepting her girlfriend, Hoffman embraces the stereotype of complaining Jewish people wholeheartedly, complete with a New York accent.
Half of Hoffman's comedy was based around her heritage. Her joke about how the inside of the Cabaret Space at Comedy Bar looked like Auschwitz (complete with scratches on the walls) was boldly offbeat, as was her material about how Jewish people weren't able to make any buildings during the Holocaust.
Having said that, Hoffman also had a lot of comedy that wasn't about being Jewish that was equally strong. Her material about being the seventh child in her family comically destroyed the idea that birth order affects your personality. Her bit about how the pulp of orange juice is so disgusting that you may as well add some flakes of your own skin to it was cynically amusing. Best of all, her joke about the future dropped a hilarious truth-bomb: We already have flying cars. They're called planes.