Our group finally made it to Beyonce Brunch.
Krystal gathered a bunch of us for Beyonce Brunch because her mother was in town from California. It was my first time at Mattie’s on Main, which replaced Kikugawa in the Riverplace building.
The venue was gorgeous, but lacks the sprawling patio space that Lush Food Bar and Loring Kitchen have. I think this would be a great brunch place in the winter however.
Everyone at the table was underwhelmed by the experience.
The performers were Belize Rodgers and Phaedra Simone, longtime drag queens that most of us know from the Townhouse.
The stage is removed enough from the crowd to make tipping awkward, so the queens were forced to spend a lot of time in the audience. This made them hard to see and detracted from the performance.
We may have also had unrealistic expectations – this event was so heavily promoted and hyped that perhaps only a pageant-style performance could have satisfied us.
We cleared out quickly after our “seating” was over.
Despite the brunch being dedicated to Beyonce (with BET playing on the TVs) the crowd consisted mostly of white girls in their early 20s, which unintentionally gave a minstrel vibe to the experience.
By the end of it, everyone was ready to resume the bottomless mimosas at Lush.
It was nice to experience something new, even if we ultimately prefer our usual brunch spots.
And on a positive note, our friend Brody won the dance-off!
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