Bricks & Minifigs

It’s cool to know we live in an era where the Geek isn’t just accepted in common culture, Geek is celebrated, marketed to, and plundered for every red cent they can shake out of their piggy banks. Geeks virtually own the box office; Hollywood would go broke without a smattering of summer superhero blockbusters. Harry Potter tats are acceptable hipster currency and c’mon, who isn’t psyched about another Star Wars movie? Geeks storm local pubs for trivia night and hey, they might even drink. Some of ‘em, anyway. If you got a problem with this, just remember that without Geeks, that there cell phone you’re holding wouldn’t exist.
My inner Geek was founded on the Thundercats, I discovered my heterosexuality when Jabba the Hutt did the pre-​pubescent population a huge favor and enslaved Princess Leia, and my favorite four-​letter word, even as a grown-​up, remains L-​E-​G-​O. Bricks & Minifigs knows that a five o’clock shadow and a Prius doesn’t make me any less of a child; if anything, I’m desperately trying to recapture that inner kiddo, which in my case means indoctrinating my offspring in the art of little plastic blocks. Forget a baseball game; give me a few hours building spaceships and castles with my daughter, and my work is done.
This awesome little shop devotes half the real estate to builders. Huge trays of pieces await the inner-​architect; Thursdays are devoted building sessions, and you can rent the place out for birthdays and special events. On top of that they offer some kewl sets, specialty figs and collectors pieces, everything a Geek like me could want for pure Lego ecstasy. So go on with your bad self, hop in your TARDIS and transport yourself to this rockin’ little strip mall shop. Everything is, indeed, awesome.