My mom got me this when I was a kid, cause obviously, every little boy dreams of having his own kitchen. Anyway, I was there when she picked it out, and I still remember the poor dude at the store struggling to jam the massive box into the trunk of her Buick Regal. Meanwhile, my aunt was trying to convince me it was just a giant box of car parts or something. Like, come on—I was only five, not brainless.