Today we went to IKEA; it is not the first time. I stayed at the restaurant, eating Swedish meatballs, with boiled potatoes, the strange brownish soup and marmalade.
Usually, I am not fond of sweet-and-sour food, but after a short stay in Uppsala I came to like that taste, or may be that mood.
Everything works well in IKEA shops, they offer you pencils and paper rules, the food is not expensive, coffee is complimentary.
It is part of globalisation, but it is easy. May be that’s the real force of everyday globalisation.