Ingvar Kamprad Brings His Golden Moose To Town

The residents of Rostock will undoubtedly eagerly pour into the Ikea branch opening tomorrow and revel in the Swedish savings it provides. I grew acquainted with Ikea during college, making several trips to the closest branch 200 miles away in order to furnish my apartment with the contemporary yet elegant Nordic style. It is a harsh irony that now when I have an Ikea less than five miles away, I have absolutely no use for it. It's like having ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife, or, say, a black fly in your chardonnay--completely ironic. Don't you think?