The workplace, where so many of us spend so much time, offers a rich trove of subjects for playwrights eager to move away from the dysfunctional family. As "The Office" suggested on TV, even the most pedestrian employee breakroom can roil with enough intrigue and folly to make the House of Borgia look tame.
The trick is deciding how much actual work to include in a workplace drama. You want just enough detail to give the plot an authentic flavor, but not so much that you inadvertently create a training demo.
Elizabeth Irwin's "My Mañana Comes," in its world premiere at the Fountain Theatre in Los Angeles, is set in the kitchen of an upscale Manhattan restaurant, where four busboys rush about doing the repetitive and seemingly trivial tasks -- filling breadbaskets, slicing fruit, rolling silverware into napkins, garnishing entrees -- for an unseen dining room.
For the Record
May 4, 7:01 p.m.: This review mischaractized the production as a world premiere. The Fountain is presenting the Los Angeles premiere of the play.