Honestly? Yes, but lower your expectations. You’re not getting the rainbow-screaming-kid-pandemonium of 1998. You’re getting a curated, gentrified version of childhood joy. It’s like if your memories went to a spa and came back with a real estate agent.
But if you’re craving that specific smell of plastic and cardboard, or you need to buy a last-minute gift for a tiny human who only wants the exact toy you can’t find on Amazon, it’s worth the trip. Just don’t expect to wander for two hours.
So go ahead. Search again. Type “Toys ‘R’ Us locations near me” one more time. Hope for a Macy’s or a miracle. And if you find one, buy that giant stuffed giraffe. You’ve earned the weird souvenir.
