The ice rink at Lakeside is fine, but its summer incarnation—a "water feature" called the Splashpad—is simply paradise: a walk-in orgy of aquatic sensory overload. I was sidelined, since I was over 18 and unaccompanied by a child under 12. I thought of kidnapping the nearest child but refrained.
The black marble perimeter magically pulses out arching jets of water, which fascinate and sometimes alarm the small fry. This is already revealing itself to be a design flaw: Everyone wants to jump and run on it, and since it's slippery, this could involve head-cracking, so the boss must routinely bawl over the PA, in no-nonsense Brooklynese, that there is NO RUNNING ON THE "BENCHES."
...but appeared to surrender manfully to a little girl, which is classy.