Ikea stuffz part 666.
- Don't go to the Edmonton one, it's a riot. Occasionally literally.
["The Death Of The Soul" - Mr Sunshine] is my local branch and only has riots these days when the café runs out of dead dogs.
I actually do like Ikea. There stuff always seems reasonable quality at a not unreasonable price. I'm not one for paying £4000 for a sofa on the grounds I'll just spill stuff on it and the cat will use it as a scratching post.
Customer service is an experience though as we found when they only delivered half our stuff and didn't seem very motivated to find the other half. Which resulted in my wife crashing Boudicca-like (evidently she's swapped the chariot for a Ka) into the Croydon branch and demanding restitution there and then.
It still took them about two hours, but they buy us dinner (including wine – well, we took it anyway) while we waited.
It's weird in the US because the coworkers, in that smiley American way, actually try to be helpful. Which feels like some kind of trap. Or that maybe you've stepped into an alternate dimension.