There's something incredibly enjoyable about being there. Seeing all those little room displays is like visiting a museum dedicated to cheaply made college dormitory art, and children tend to treat it like a Macdonald's playroom (which oddly I have come to enjoy since having a child). I crave the meatballs served with some kind of thin gravy and jam-like fruit sauce for 2 dollars, and I'll be damned if you can find a better glass of loganberry juice on the continent.
But....and this is where the hate comes in...I always feel like a rat in a maze....blindly following the arrows on the floor, going where the Swedes want me. I know there are shortcuts, but on those doors are written the areas I will miss should I decide to sidestep the established Ikea pathway....and...well...what if there is a particularly nice "flugenspieller" wardrobe or a "tiglinger" lamp that I would miss....I can't take that chance.
anyways, here's a board I recently did.
