For a certain age, the Easter Bunny is not a costume — he is real, and he is here, and he is about to shake your hand. That kind of belief only lasts a few precious years, and this brunch is built entirely around protecting it. Kids in their best pastel outfits weave between tables clutching baskets, comparing notes on the egg hunt strategy, occasionally forgetting to eat their pancakes entirely because the Bunny just walked by again. Parents get the brunch buffet and the good coffee; kids get games, treats, and a photo they'll roll their eyes at in fifteen years and treasure in thirty. It's a small, sweet morning, over almost as soon as it starts — which is exactly why tickets tend to go quickly. Reserve your spot before the baskets sell out.