5/5 Lou G. 1 year ago on Google
I
don't
love
this
mall
because
it
is
a
good
mall,
or
it
has
desirable
or
high
quality
or
even
a
good
variety
of
stores.
I
love
this
mall
because
it
is
a
bizarre
and
surreal
walk
into
both
the
past
and
the
mind
of
what
an
86
year
old
woman
from
Wyoming
who's
been
to
europe
the
one
time
in
her
20's
would
deem
to
be
classy
and
"in
good
taste".
Plotted
circular
prints
of
medieval
and
Renaissance
art
randomly
splattered
across
the
ceiling
of
the
first
floor.
An
Italian
restaurant
who's
name
sign
lost
two
letters
and
thus
it
changed
its
name,
neither
of
which
made
a
lot
of
sense,
but
plastering
a
stretched
out
picture
of
an
Italian
fountain
all
across
the
first
sight
you
see
upon
coming
in
through
the
main
entrance
was
a
surefire
way
to
attract
customers.
Older
signage
across
the
entire
mall
pointing
you
in
the
direction
of
the
last
Sears
in
Canada
that
doesn't
exist
anymore.
A
major
furniture
retailer
overflowing
with
unsold
inventory
to
the
point
where
their
first
floor
has
been
effectively
turned
into
a
warehouse,
sharing
its
fate
with
some
of
the
actual
stores
that
now
inhabit
the
mall
as
off
brand
liquidation
stores
effectively
turning
what
would
otherwise
be
the
shiny
sales
floor
of
a
branded
overpriced
store
into
your
local
hub
for
factory
discount
and
knock-off
cheap-ish
products
which
are
still
more
expensive
than
the
ones
found
at
the
dollarama
hidden
just
one
hallway
away
but
these
cheap
candlesticks
have
personality.
All
of
this
crowned
by
the
development
plan
for
a
future
expansion
and
real
estate
development
which
was
to
accompany
the
mall
plastered
all
over
every
possible
high
visibility
and
massively
sized
wall,
promising
potential
investors
a
utopia
that
will
return
on
investment
harder
than
Korgs
privates
right
before
he
jumps
into
the
lava
pool,
contrasting
with
the
bitter
reality
of
a
halfway
built
casino
in
what
appears
to
be
a
suspended
build
site
right
nextdoor
and
the
desolate
landscape
of
all
the
empty
space
next
to
the
two
mid
rise
apartment
buildings
that
actually
manage
to
stand
next
to
this
halfway
dilapidated
reminder
of
the
idea
that
physical
retail
was
going
to
somehow
make
a
comeback
after
the
age
of
the
digital
marketplace
as
anything
other
than
a
showroom
or
the
interior
design's
version
of
a
fitting
room
for
people
not
lazy
or
anxiety
ridden
enough
to
actually
get
out
of
their
homes
once
in
a
while
and
go
for
a
nice
stroll
through
an
antiquated
concrete
structure
housing
nothing
but
the
ashes
of
an
age
gone
by,
it's
fate
sealed
in
empty
space
and
low
shopper
traffic
by
an
airborne
virus
spread
the
world
over
from
a
city
that
will
never
know
about
the
splendor
or
the
feeling
of
basking
in
the
absolute
liminal
nothingness
that
slowly
eats
away
at
this
mall's
very
2017
hopeful
for
the
future
existance.
And
if
all
of
this
wasn't
enough,
this
mall
is
host
to
it's
own
indoor
version
of
an
illegal
parking
lot
carnival
fair
whose
main
attractions
are
the
broken
down
animatronics
making
almost
wheezing
noises
as
if
holding
on
to
dear
life
if
only
because
they've
all
been
cursed
never
to
die
until
the
Ferris
wheel
stops
being
broken
and
the
children
can
actually
enjoy
the
ride
meant
to
shine
smiles
and
happiness
upon
their
cold
inert
faces.
So
if
you
ever
feel
like
exploring
an
inert
yet
melancholically
overwhelming
part
of
the
city,
come
visit
the
Woodbine
center.
3 people found this review helpful 👍
