It is clear: the weather sucks. It’s painful to go out to bars these days in the city.
So instead of escaping to Florida, a few friends and I flew South, to Brooklyn, to experience the next best thing: The Royal Palms Shuffleboard Club.
Wait right there – you’re most likely picturing 80-year-old couples duking it out on a cruise ship. Close, but no. Instead, picture hipsters conversing in cabanas, sipping mason jar cocktails and bopping and shimmying through an indoor playground of trivial pursuit, boggle and shuffleboard courts. I see it all and immediately think: If this is anything like retirement, I can’t wait.
First stop: Checking in and getting a number for the shuffleboard waitlist. We arrived at about 9:30pm, but I suggest getting there even earlier. We were there for about three hours before our number got called.
Drink stop: The bar. Choice between delicious (but $12) cocktails, and the usual draught beers (around $6…not bad).
Next up: Explore the area. The Royal Palms just oozes fun. It’s a huge 1950s (60s?) Florida-themed space, with palm trees, flamingoes and shuffleboard courts surrounded by cabanas and servers dressed as cabana boys/girls. Plus, there’s a fun photobooth spot.
Food stop: The Papaya King food truck was parked at a window. They have a different food truck each day of the week.
Cue montage of serious board-game-playing at available tables, binging on curly fries from the food truck and dancing through the shuffleboard lanes to old school funk music. Oh, we also played shuffleboard too. I lost, I suck. But it was fun! And only $40 per hour – a good price for a big group.
It was our playground five straight hours, and should be your playground too, at some point this winter.