At first, he earnestly tries to make his plan work and can even seem sympathetic when things begin to go wrong.However, as each segment progresses, we watch him become increasingly lazy and apathetic, and even deliberately swindling his customers.It doesn’t take long for this idea to encounter problems, as Fred is unable to offer basic services like internet access and texting.
The waitress informs the couple that the place serves only local, free-range, “heritage-breed, woodland-raised chicken that’s been fed a diet of sheep’s milk, soy, and hazelnuts.” But because the diners, Peter and Nance, are characters on “Portlandia”—a television comedy in which precious concerns spin into giddy lunacy—the conversation does not stop there.
Peter, played by Fred Armisen, asks if the hazelnuts, too, are local.
” The waitress, who finds this a reasonable question, admits, “I don’t know that I can speak to that level of intimate knowledge about him.”“Portlandia,” which débuted last winter, on the Independent Film Channel, and returns on January 6th, is the rare sketch-comedy series that has a sustained object of satire.
alum took Lyonne to Lorne Michaels' pre-Emmys bash at Tower Bar, where they mingled with fellow celebrity guests Jeff Goldblum, Jon Hamm, Anna Kendrick and Seth Meyers.
They just wanted to have a bit of freedom outside of the stricter realms of broadcast television, so they decided to produce an Internet streaming Web series known as Thunderant.
They filmed and based the show out of Portland, and as the Internet series continued, the show became more and more Portland based, with many of the sketches appearing throughout the city.
Portlandia is a television program based in and around Portland, Oregon (it is also filmed here on location also).
The program airs on Independent Film Channel (IFC) and is headlined by former Saturday Night Live cast members Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen.
The chicken, for instance: can the waitress tell them a little bit about its provenance?
Of course she can, because this is the kind of cool restaurant in Portland, Oregon, where patrons regularly seek elaborate assurances about the virtuousness of their food.
It’s not hard to guess where this heads; Fred has no idea what he’s doing, and the whole thing blows up in his face spectacularly.