A backdrop festooned with drawings including expensive champagne, disposable latté cups, skeletal tower cranes and money ablaze sets the place and time of City West Side Story. This is Dublin at the apex of the boom.

Attracted to the city are Tomás, yearning for artistic recognition; Apinta, discomfortingly awkward; and Maria, just arrived from Poland and alone. Together these three outsiders form a successful sandwich delivery company. As profits inflate, so do egos, inevitably threatening their friendships, their business and more.

The performers employ an impressive array of accents and display near-perfect timing, but all three characters remain underdeveloped stereotypes. Musical numbers serve primarily to progress a wavering plot, though Nicola Gainey’s voice is beautiful and live instrumental accompaniment is at times put to imaginative use. Some visual puns and one-liners are funny but the script would benefit from a keen edit and additional jokes.

The message, though predictable, is clear: each of us needs to accept responsibility for the economic crash, yet given the opportunity we’ll probably rehash our mistakes with glee. Towards the end, what started as a wry and entertaining satire morphed into a sermon. I left the theatre thinking that there have been enough of those.