The Surge worked

Sweden is a pretty safe place. But there are pockets of danger to watch out for, especially if you have kids. One of those is the IKEA restaurant at lunchtime on a Sunday.

Red zone

Red zone

We made the mistake of entering the fray at this red zone with three hungry children. We had already invaded the cafes earlier, so those no longer sufficed as contingency plans. The only options we had were to engage in battle and stand in the long line, hoping that the twenty people in front of us weren’t also ordering for families of five, or abort mission and begin the equally treacherous retreat to the exit. There, we’d face more adversity at the check-out and hot dog counters. It was grim. 

We decided to double down and attack the restaurant queue. We called it The Surge. 

Attack or retreat?

Attack or retreat?

I only have myself to blame. These were not ‘unknown unknowns’. As a Swedish resident and father of three, I've had a number of tours of duty leading the troops into and out of the vast land of IKEA. And as an American who reads the newspapers, I should know the risks of entering quagmire terrain that is hard to pull out of. We survived and even managed to capture some ice cream for dessert. The Surge really did work.

But we all have battle fatigue. We went through so much, we’re reluctant to enter any other red zones, such as The Vasa Museum or Junibacken, the Pippi Longstocking-inspired theme house, on a rainy Saturday. We’re going to focus on domestic issues for a while. We have enough internal challenges to worry about.

Like putting together the IKEA furniture we just bought.

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