A posse of annoyed children glared after the attendant cleared them from the Altitude Trampoline Park kiddie pit so two oldsters could try it out. Their anger became disgust as myself and the CEO of Altitude, Mike Rotondo, tried to jump over the slowly moving foam arm, lamely in my case but with verve in Rotondo’s. Who knew the timing needed would be so difficult to judge? Who knew a half-dozen tweens could give such a ferocious evil eye? I scooted out as fast as possible, then spent the rest of my visit observing: Rotondo in the dodgeball pit, taking on all comers who were eager to pelt him; teenagers flipping off the high dive into a pile of foam balls; hands, so many, many hands, touching each and every surface and cranny during spring break in Dallas/Fort Worth. In March. Four days before the COVID shutdown. At $13 for 60 minutes and $17 for 90 and up, Altitude bills itself as entertainment for the whole family, and everybody else seemed to be having a ball. For me, I’d only go if there were a wine bar, preferably across the street.
The upshot: There’s plenty to do for all different ages at Altitude, some 58-year-old women excepted. —B.E.Read more