I've been to the Mall of America. It was during a cross-country trip. We (my then-partner and I) were curious. I remember seeing The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert there, and eating at the Hard Rock Cafe there, and not actually doing much shopping there — just sort of faffing about looking.
By the by, the highlights of said trip were Graceland (intriguing even if one isn't an Elvis fan, which we weren't); pilgrimages to the grave of James Dean (my ex-partner's favorite movie star) and the hometown of James Stewart (my favorite); seeing Ed Wood in an odd, out-of-the-way Oklahoma theater and Pulp Fiction in a packed Florida theater whose audience was perfectly and intelligently alive to everything Tarantino was up to; a tour through Fallingwater; and, best of all, Korczak Ziolkowski's Crazy Horse Memorial, which must be seen once by every American before they die.
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By the by, the highlights of said trip were Graceland (intriguing even if one isn't an Elvis fan, which we weren't); pilgrimages to the grave of James Dean (my ex-partner's favorite movie star) and the hometown of James Stewart (my favorite); seeing Ed Wood in an odd, out-of-the-way Oklahoma theater and Pulp Fiction in a packed Florida theater whose audience was perfectly and intelligently alive to everything Tarantino was up to; a tour through Fallingwater; and, best of all, Korczak Ziolkowski's Crazy Horse Memorial, which must be seen once by every American before they die.