Eric André: Pranking With Purpose
It’s almost noon, and Eric André is still tired. Jet-lagged but genial, he wanders into LES watering hole Max Fish and almost immediately strikes up a friendly chat with owner Ulli Rimkus. Before too long, he’s pissing in the bar’s bathroom, one of the neighborhood's many throwbacks to the CBGB commode’s graffiti-covered walls, with the door wide open. “Won’t be able to unsee this,” I remark. “Nothing his social media followers haven’t seen before,” someone replies with a laugh.
