Before Dubai’s brunch culture sinks into routine, something vibrant interrupts the flow. Music, movement, and multi-generational chaos blend under one roof with unapologetic energy. FamilyBeatz at Yalumba in Dubai doesn’t just entertain—it transforms Sunday into something electric. Kids stay enchanted, adults rediscover forgotten rhythms, and nobody watches the clock. This isn’t a background event; it grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the beat.
FAMILYBEATZ BRUNCH RAVE AT YALUMBA
If Sundays in Dubai were ever in danger of blending into one another, FamilyBeatz just broke the rhythm. And not with silence, but with basslines, bubbles, and baby strollers. Somewhere between a proper adult brunch and a sugar-fueled children’s party, this mash-up of beats, bites, and bouncers (the inflatable kind) returns on April 6, 2025, claiming Yalumba’s iconic brunch stage for itself once more.
In truth, calling this just a “brunch” would be like calling the Burj Khalifa a tall building. Yes, food is served. No, you won’t be sitting quietly with your eggs Benedict while sipping sparkling water and contemplating your inbox. The DJs – Simon and Tom from the “Ravers in Dubai” collective – ensure there’s no confusion about the purpose of this event: you’re here to move, bounce, and brunch like a renegade.
Yalumba, nestled inside Le Méridien Dubai Hotel & Conference Centre, may be a beacon of culinary tradition, but on this day it morphs into something more kaleidoscopic. Beneath palm trees and disco lights, beneath the beats and bubbles, families discover an atmosphere that feels oddly like a club… if the club offered face painting, slime stations, and a roaming magician pulling laughter out of thin air.
While children are engrossed in glitter tattoos and crafting stations, adults find themselves confronted with a rare opportunity: brunch without monotony. You can sink into a drink, snack on something divine, or—unironically—head to the dance floor with your child. That stroller parked next to the subwoofer? Totally normal here.
Still, it’s more than novelty. It’s an experience engineered with precision and purpose. Not every brunch experience allows you to be both parent and person at once. Here, you’re not compromising. You’re dancing. And so is your toddler.
WHAT HAPPENS BETWEEN THE BITES
The three-hour set (1 PM to 4 PM) is a neatly orchestrated chaos of structured delight. While Tom blends old-school classics into parent-approved remixes, Simon drops beats that keep the momentum spiraling. Children, meanwhile, are navigating balloon-filled corridors, swapping stickers, throwing their hands in the air in total disarrayed joy.
A magician, costumed just enough to catch attention but not so flamboyant as to frighten toddlers, weaves through the crowd, drawing squeals with sudden coin tricks. Paint brushes splash rainbow streaks onto little cheeks. And just when a sugar crash seems imminent, out comes another tray—fruit skewers, soft-serve, and finger-friendly croquettes that vanish faster than you can say “Where’s the napkin?”
There’s also an unspoken camaraderie among attendees. The kind that only develops in spaces where chaos is not only tolerated but celebrated. No judgment here for dancing with your baby strapped to your chest. No side-eyes when you spill juice during a group shuffle. This is a safe haven for joyful mayhem.
TICKETING, PACKAGES, AND THE FINE PRINT (BUT NOT BORING)
Let’s decode it in the least bureaucratic way possible. You pay to play, but you won’t regret the bill. AED 225 gets you entry plus food and soft drinks, enough to keep most guests smiling. If you’re feeling festive—and you should be—AED 325 opens up the world of fizz and spirits too. Children under five? Completely free, because parenting already costs enough.
Reservations? Strongly encouraged. This isn’t the kind of party you want to wander into last-minute. Call +971 4 702 2455, and if you get a busy tone, try again. It means you’re competing with hundreds of parents who also want glitter in their Sunday schedule.
UNEXPECTEDLY UNAPOLOGETIC JOY
There’s something subtly rebellious about dancing at brunch with a three-year-old. It defies every template of adulthood. Here, you don’t apologize for the spilled glitter or the fact that your “brunch look” includes sneakers and a superhero cape (borrowed, presumably, from your kid).
You leave with food in your belly, a disco beat in your ears, and stickers probably stuck to your back. But you also leave with something rarer: a memory that didn’t have to choose between parenting and partying. One Sunday, three hours, countless beat drops—and just enough glitter to find in your shoes weeks later.
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