Like a lab rat who can’t shake his cocaine addiction, I mercilessly bashed my Power-Up Wristband™ against a golden question mark block to hear that familiar Mario coin sound. Joined by photographer Iwan Baan, who looked on in curious but loving horror, I bathed in the dopamine fountain of nostalgic immersion.
Super Nintendo World™ at Universal Studios Hollywood isn’t just a new theme park in Los Angeles. It is a time machine that transported me to my basement circa 1993. Upon entry, memories of tightened jaws, sweaty palms, and sugary beverages consumed while passing the controller back and forth with my sister sprang forth.
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