Ben Baldanza
United States
Fort Lauderdale
Florida
My son, Enzo Anthony, at an uncomfortable moment when 3 months old
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If you have any silly streak in your game group at all, you need to get this game. Eiertanz comes in a real egg carton and the game includes nine yellow rubber eggs and one wooden egg. It also includes two different dice, and these drive the action.
In turn, each player first throws the red die. This shows any of six ways that an egg can be obtained. One side is simple, showing that the player who rolled the die takes any egg from the carton. The other five sides all put things up for grabs. For one side, the first player to yell "cock-a-doodle-do" gets an egg, for another everyone must run around the table and the first back to their seat gets an egg. The best side, though, requires that a rubber egg be dropped onto the table so that it will erratically bounce, and the player who snags it gets to keep it. All of this is fun, but it gets so much better when you learn about the white die next….
After the egg is awarded to whatever player met the red die challenge, that player must roll the white die to see where they must hold the egg for the rest of the game. This can be under their chin, under their arm, in the bend in the middle of your arm, between your knees, or between the head and shoulder. Now, re-read the red die paragraph and think of yourself lunging for eggs or running around the table while holding eggs under your chin and between your knees! Any eggs dropped during game play get returned to the carton for recycling, so an egg earned is not necessarily an egg kept. The game ends when all the eggs are out, and each rubber egg is worth one point while the lone wooden egg is worth two points.
Eiertanz is pure fun and you can bet that if you’re playing this in a crowded game room, others will come by to see what all the laughing is about. The packaging makes sense even though it makes the game a pain to store, but that is small consolation for one of the most enjoyable silly party games to come along in a while.
This review originally appeared in Counter Magazine.
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My son, Enzo Anthony, at an uncomfortable moment when 3 months old
