We've heard of it. It's on all the"Things to do in Metro Detroit" lists. And as of yesterday, now we've done it.
It's not really a museum. It's a rather pricey arcade with rather eclectic ganmes and decor. And I don't suggest going on a Saturday.
Ultimately, we spent a rather nice sum wasting an hour baking crowds and leaving with a couple handfuls of twizzlers and a checkmark on the list.
We won't discuss the gas spent to get there and back in this current market.
Might actually be kinda cool and fun on a weekday when you can move and meander. But it's a rather crowded space to begin with, and in a cold Saturday in March... well no one was impressed with the experience. I've heard all about the " we should have just..." options. Of course, I said we should go because I was trying to be fun. I should probably stick with baking and cleaning.
Tank, tank, tank!
Family favorite tournament game frequently played with the Martins. (I think. I don't actually play. But it'll be a good memory for the kids when they're older. )
Pretending. Because dad's way more fun than Mom. (Reference above pic in stroller with mom. Because oh the germs and I never want to get sick in the hospital again.)
Judah was just chilling in the train. Dad sent an emissary to find mom for a quarter. Insert quarter and then... total panic! Why is it moving!?
Not nearly as good as the little guy across the way whose mother put a quarter in the camel. That kid will never be the same and the camel went for a ride without a rider.
It's still going!
It stopped! I was just getting used to this!
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