The Flatbush Avenue restaurant hosts a weekend daytime dance party with chicken and waffles and bottomless mimosas. The long line to get in is a pre-party of its own.
Have you been to Woodland before?
No. Well, yes. I’ve walked in there, felt unprepared for the display of ratchet-fun that was going on, and walked right out again. This time, I prepared.
How’d you prepare?
I’m in my 30s, so I did some stretches. Touched my toes a couple times. I needed to make sure I could bend over and twerk properly without pain.
What was the scene like?
Let me put it to you this way: It’s like a family reunion with all your sisters and cousins, and none of your moms are there. At one point, a song I liked came on and I pushed the table back so I could get up and dance. To be honest, my booty might have knocked over a glass of water.
How many mimosas did you have?
Not sure. People were drinking gallons. The bathroom line was a half-hour long. But no one got too frustrated.
Is it a special occasion?
My birthday. I’m here with my sister-in-law. I have a 1-year-old, so I’ve basically been locked up since my last birthday.
Did you meet anyone?
Some fraternity brothers. They invited us to play beer pong after. But by that time, we were far too tipsy. So we went back to our hotel.
Is brunch like this in Philly?
Well, actually it’s different at the places I go to at home. They let you stand on the couches. Here, they don’t let you stand on the couches.
Who’d you come with?
Some co-workers. We tried to talk about office stuff, but the music was pretty loud so it turned into twerking. From working to twerking.
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