Here’s a fun game to play at the Springs: How many Hawaiian shirts can you spot in two minutes? On a scorching Saturday afternoon, we saw dinosaurs, palm trees and bright-green polka dots adorning the short-sleeve button-downs of Brooklyn bros at the 1950s Palm Springs–themed bar; one twentysomething went full-on frat star, wearing his completely unbuttoned as he sat solo soaking in the sun. This sartorial style encapsulates the playful spirit of the Greenpoint lounge, which is calibrated to be as likeable as possible, like a Mandy Moore music video or those Younger ads you keep seeing everywhere. What’s more charming than a rainbow-painted fence lining a patio full of toddlers and dogs weaving through buzzed birthday squads plucking flamingo-drink floats from an outdoor fountain?
This “throw me a like” attitude extends to the cocktails: The mezcal-spiked Lawn Flamingo has a whisper of smoke (in case a heady shot would offend), while the millennial-pink, bourbon-based Date Night at the Drive In was recently amended to give imbibers the option of rum (if whiskey’s too jarring). Of course, there are three flavors of slushies on tap: The most “on brand” is the Aperol Seltzer, which comes out half melted but doesn’t taste half bad thanks to the rich, citrusy mix of the bittersweet liqueur and sparkling wine. Your time at The Springs is like one big sugar rush. After you leave, you’ll miss it like candy.