If you’re a people-watcher, bring a notebook. You’ll see groups of friends arguing over which street food stall to raid—“Bao buns or loaded fries?” is the eternal question. A couple on a slightly awkward first date touches the plastic palm tree by the bar, laughing too hard at nothing. It’s all very human, very silly, and very Birmingham.
One time, I saw a guy in a full suit dancing next to a dude in cargo shorts, both trying to win a game of giant Jenga. The Jenga tower fell; they high-fived. Only at Luna Springs can a tie from the office meet beachwear and become best friends for five minutes.
What to Actually Do There
First, ignore the menu in your head. Just get a cocktail that comes in a fishbowl or a teapot. It’s not about what you’re drinking; it’s about the vessel. Order a “Flamingo Fizz” and feel the urge to take a photo for your mum. She’ll think you’re in Ibiza. Let her.
Luna Springs to host Full Moon Party this Easter - with bucket
The street food is a whole other story. I once had a Korean fried chicken burger there that made me forget my own name for a second. It was messy—sauce on my shirt, on the table, probably on my soul—but I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Napkins are optional; joy is mandatory.
And the music? It’s not trying to be cool. It’s just good. You’ll hear 90s hip-hop, then a random Britney Spears track, then some indie band no one’s heard of. It’s like a mixtape made by a very generous, slightly drunk angel.
