While I appreciate shiny things (they instantly distract me) and occasional refuge from the elements, I think there is something romantic about freezing your arse off walking outdoors and having to dust the snow off your noggin when you go into a shoppe. Maybe the whole underground mall thing just brings out my claustrophobic side if I think about it for too long, but all-in-all, I wasn't that wowed by this 18-mile retail explosion. Ask me again when I'm a geriatric, sporting a track suit.