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Subterranean Stand-up

Far from the flyer peddlers and two-drink minimums are some of the city's best indie-comedy showcases.

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Tearing the Veil of Maya
Union Hall; Sundays at 7:30 p.m.; $7
Union Hall fills up every Sunday for this weekly comedy show hosted by Brooklyn's indie-comedy laureates Michael Showalter and Eugene Mirman. The duo regularly books their buds, who just happen to be some of the other biggest names in the alt-comedy scene: Zach Galifinakis, John Oliver, Todd Barry, Mike Birbiglia, David Cross, Demetri Martin, Janeane Garofalo, and Dave Hill have all stopped by. Official selection, Best of New York 2008.

This Is New York
The Creek and the Cave; Sundays at 9 p.m.; free
Amazingly, this night of comedy hosted by Derrick Comedy—the energetic trio of Dominic Dierkes, DC Pierson, and 30 Rock writer Donald Glover—is actually worth the schlep to Long Island City on a Sunday night (if you're an LIC resident, you've probably already seen the show). The cheap sangria swirls with stand-up and sketch comedy from just-about-to-break-through locals like Aubrey Plaza (soon to be seen in Judd Apatow’s Funny People) and Eric Drysdale (The Colbert Report).


Street Meat
Cake Shop; first Monday of the month at 8 p.m.; free
Here, comedians share the stage with street performers, and not just the good ones: Street Meat promises "whacky vendors, scientologists, flute players in the port authority." It’s a weird and wild night, aided by the substantial drink specials and big-deal special guests (the aforementioned Showalter and Glover have popped up). ECNY nominee Heather Fink and Rob Lathan (Human Giant) host.

Sweet
The Slipper Room; Tuesdays at 8:30 p.m.; $5
The Slipper Room’s naked ladies make way for an unusually wholesome night of humor. Okay, so the comedic stylings of host Seth Herzog (Best Week Ever) and guest comics like Aziz Ansari (Human Giant) and Kumail Nanjiani might get a little blue, but Herzog’s mom appears every week, which is pretty damn sweet. The crowd is a mix of fellow comics, New York media micro-celebrities, and folks confused by the sight of someone's (fully clothed) mother onstage at a burlesque bar.


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