Right, let’s address the elephant in the room. The car park. Oh, the car park.
It’s a multi-story maze that feels like it was designed by a toddler with a stencil set. The spaces are tight. I swear they shrink them on weekends.
You’ll spend a good five minutes circling, praying to the retail gods for a spot. And when you finally get one? You’ll hold your breath getting out of the car. No kidding.
