Juice box bingeing. Experimental finger painting. Completely unhinged spelling bees. It all seems like a big blur now.
Which is precisely why we think you’re ready to make a triumphant return.
Kind of. Mostly we’re just talking about a brunch party in a schoolyard.
Welcome to Dance. Party. Brunch., a seven-course midday soiree that’s running wild in the back of a Nolita schoolhouse, with tickets on sale now for this Saturday.
In many ways, this is a lot like the recess of your younger days. The new: a house DJ, a hotly contested bocce ball court and strawberry champagne-laced popsicles. The old: hula hoops, hopscotch and the perpetual possibility of an impromptu game of freeze tag.
Above all else, you’re coming to this 4,000-square-foot, sun-exposed blacktop for what essentially amounts to an adult group playdate. Just with the tables thrown away in favor of a dance floor (though we’d assume there are still carpet squares available upon request).
And while you’re up and moving, waiters will intermittently bring around a medley of brunch staples that have been reverse engineered into finger foods. Think warm homemade pop-tartlets, already-sauce-dipped tater tots and soft-boiled eggs that’ve been wrapped in sausage, coated in bread crumbs and fried to a crisp.
All that’s missing is the Snorks lunch box.