Here's what it would be like if 20th-century author Ernest Hemingway, (famous for his bleeding, bare-bones prose) went to Ikea and wrote about it: "We behaved foolishly. With the Swedish meatballs we drank too freely of wine and were asked to leave by the commissario." And, ultimately: "You might make sport of their meatballs, but in the end the Swedes get the better of you." Read more. [McSweeney's]
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