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| - My very first memories of Ikea are not very happy ones. When I was just a lad, my mother and father used to drag me and my brother 5 hours from New York to Pennsylvania just to go to Ikea. We would sit in the car and then have to walk around this place for what seemed like an eternity. I was digging in my pockets for some coins to pay the ferry man along the river Styx just to end my suffering. My brother and I would find a living room setting and try to make the fake TVs work or try to find a couch to sleep on. Then at the end my parents may or may not buy something and we would get Swedish Meatballs, which I didn't care for. Altogether a hellish trip.
Fast forward 23 years. Now I am an adult and can actually appreciate the finer things in life, like Ikea. I love this place! My bed, night stands, entertainment center, dresser, and my Poang chair. All Ikea. Yeah you have to put it together yourself. Big f'n deal! For a 1 like me, that means you get to follow instructions. My favorite. Plus it keeps the cost of the furniture down.
I will admit that the place is huge, but you have to go in with a game plan and know what you are looking for. If not, prepare to be there for a minimum of 3 hours. The food they offer now is great and cheap. Yes, they still have the Swedish Meatballs and yes, I still loathe them. The parking lot is big and there is always a spot. Even if it is in East Jesus you can pull it up front to load up.
Avoid this place mid-day on the weekends or just before the beginning of fall semester at any college. Been to the College Park, Maryland location at that time. It was like my childhood all over again.
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