20 Mall Stores We Couldn’t Resist in the ’80s and ’90s

There was a time when going to the mall could fill an entire afternoon. We met our friends there, wandered from store to store, grabbed something at the food court, and somehow spent hours without needing a real plan. No matter where you lived, the experience felt wonderfully familiar: department stores at either end, music drifting from the record shop, and the unmistakable smell of pretzels and perfume filling the hallways.

Many of the stores we loved have since disappeared or become harder to find, but their signs, displays, and shopping bags remain surprisingly easy to picture. If you grew up during the ’80s or ’90s, these 20 mall stores may bring back memories of Saturday afternoons, saved allowance money, and a time when the mall felt like the center of everything.

The scent hit you the moment you entered. That distinct aroma of fresh paper. It was a sign that you would spend the next twenty minutes browsing through the science fiction section while your mother finished shopping at the nearby store. The Waldenbooks was a simple bookstore. It did not have to be anything else. There, you would find the latest books along with the magazine wall. It was also big enough to get lost in.

A kid was always sprawled cross-legged on the floor in the corner, lost in a book he had no intention of purchasing, and no one working there ever objected. The atmosphere there felt like a quiet room where someone happened to be selling paperbacks. That explains why so many people remember it as the calmest part of any mall trip.

The shoes you wanted were somewhere else in the mall. This is where your parents would take you. Everyone can recall being dragged in to buy back-to-school shoes and sitting on the tiny bench while they measured your foot with the metal slider.

The clerk would disappear into the back for what felt like forever and come back with three boxes of shoes stacked up their arm, and all your mother would care about was whether you could still wiggle your toes. No one was excited about the newly purchased shoes, but they fit properly. That mattered more than you understood at the time.

If you were looking for some parachute pants or anything with shoulder pads sharp enough to hurt someone, Chess King was your go-to. It was loud and had precisely what all teenage boys from the 80s wanted to wear.

You would stroll past mannequins that felt like they were pulled straight out of a music video. Nobody wandered in there looking for something practical. You went in looking for something that could grab everyone's attention the second you walked into school on Monday.

A cross between an electronics store and a science fair supply closet, RadioShack was the place where you headed for electronics that you wouldn't find anywhere else, like a specific battery or an adapter for your telephone connection. It was also where you went to browse through a selection of walkie-talkies and wonder whether you needed a pair.

Rows of drawers filled with all those resistors and capacitors known only to a few customers, alongside all those gadgets that looked like they were from the future. You walked in for a nine-volt battery and walked out with a cordless telephone you had never intended to buy. The guy behind the counter always seemed to know more than you needed him to.

This is where you found out what was really in style that season. Bodysuits, scrunchies, anything with sparkles on it, you name it. Whatever was showcased through the window display at Contempo Casuals would show up in the halls of every high school within two weeks. Minimum.
The dressing room line moved slowly on weekends and the music was always just a tad too loud. But leaving with a shopping bag from Contempo Casuals made you feel like you knew what you were doing. It was ground zero for fashion and everyone knew it.

This place went crazy before Christmas. Carts filling up the aisles, kids tugging their parents towards the aisle of action figures. For the rest of the year, things were relatively peaceful. The end caps kept changing according to the trending items, and there was always restocking going on.

There was a certain sort of hope you felt entering the store. You felt that maybe that day was the day you would finally get your hands on that toy you had been asking about for weeks.

There was always a denim headquarters at every mall, and for most Americans, County Seat was that place. Racks full of jeans in different washes and styles, and a fitting room line that just didn’t seem to move on Saturdays.

Getting the right pair of jeans meant sorting through a huge pile since each brand suited a different kind of body, and nobody wanted to ask an employee for help. In all likelihood, you would have tried on ten pairs before finding “the one”, and somehow that time never felt wasted.

The beeping and booming sounds could be heard even before they were seen. Aladdin's Castle was the reason you would beg for extra quarters. A birthday party meant walking around with a fistful of tokens and taking your friends to see the machine you'd finally beaten.

The lights were always a little too dim, but they were colorful in their own way. You would go in for five minutes but somehow find yourself staying for over an hour, usually watching someone else play.

This was the place where you would feel mature for the first time. Here, you’d find the clothes that resembled what men in magazines would wear to the office. You felt like a grown-up shopping here.

Even the music was different from any other store. It was as if the store itself knew it was playing a tune for people who were supposed to be taking themselves a little more seriously now. You left feeling like you'd bought clothes for a life you didn't quite have yet, but were getting ready for.

B. Dalton was generally located on the far side of the mall, away from Waldenbooks. It carried its own distinctive character with its own best-seller display and its own loyalists. Browsing both in the same trip felt like checking two different opinions before deciding what to buy. The routine was the same, though. You would go in, flip through a few covers, and come out with something that wasn't even on the shopping list.

This is where young women would go for their first professional attire. The blazer and accompanying skirt that showed you meant business. The store was not quite like the fashionable clothing stores around it, and there was more of an adult atmosphere about the place. It was the kind of shop your mother enjoyed shopping in.

The racks here were sorted into complete outfits, so you could walk away with a fully assembled outfit rather than having to build one yourself. It was less like shopping for fun and more like preparing for something like a new job or a new life that required grown-up clothes.

Before each mall was blessed with huge sporting goods warehouses, Herman's was packed floor to ceiling with cleats, tennis rackets, hockey sticks, gym bags, and whatever gear you suddenly decided you had to have for the new season. It smelled like new rubber and artificial turf the minute you stepped inside.

Somebody's dad was always there, examining baseball gloves as if choosing a car, feeling the stiffness of the leather with his fingers. The jerseys hanging on the back wall gave one the impression that all the local sports teams had their little sanctuary in the mall.

Booming music and a dismantled Volkswagen Beetle placed inside as an exhibit. Gadzooks leaned into being a little chaotic, and this was the whole idea. Each time was like stepping into someone's cluttered closet, with concert shirts alongside skate wear and anything else that had arrived for the week. Part of the fun was standing next to the car and wondering how it ever got there. The clothes seemed to have been taken directly from whoever was hip for that particular year.

Sharper Image was meant for browsing. You sat in the massage chair, tried out the noise-cancelling headphones, and left empty-handed most of the time. Everything was designed to be touched, so everything looked more like it was set up to be displayed rather than sold, and the staff always seemed eager to show you what each little gizmo did.

This is the only place at the mall where simply browsing became an activity in itself, not just a step before buying something.

Unlike the more glamorous athletic shoe stores that eventually took over the mall, Kinney offered something a little less dazzling but equally essential. It was a place a family could walk into and get fitted for anything practical that happened to be needed at the time, like school or work shoes. It wasn’t an exciting place and it didn't try to be one either.

The shoes were arranged in order of size, not style, and the overall feel of the store fit the merchandise it was selling. Nobody bragged about a pair of Kinney shoes, but plenty of people wore them without ever thinking twice.

Customized key chains, personalized pens, little glass ornaments with someone's name on them. This is where you would go to get your presents with a personal touch without too much effort. The tiny machine right next to the cashier engraved your present in front of you, which just made ordinary items seem more important somehow.

Back when the video game industry didn't have its own mega-stores yet, it had a long, narrow shop instead, where cartridges were kept behind the counter and rows of PC game boxes lined the walls that you'd browse just for the artwork.

You couldn't really touch many of the games in the store since the cartridges stayed behind the cash register, so all you had to go on when choosing what to buy was the box art and a two-sentence description on the back. Walking out with a new game in hand was like walking out with plans for the entire weekend.

It's never really a childhood dream to enter Lechters. Everyone ended up going there at some point, mostly because your parents would send you to buy a specific gadget for the kitchen. Once you found yourself there, the huge variety of tools was kind of entertaining.

There was a tool for anything, including slicing eggs, pressing garlic, cutting mangos, you name it. Half of them looked more like they had been designed to be used in a lab. You entered for one thing and left wondering how you'd been surviving without all these tools.

Wooden colors with a warm touch and items that seemed as if they belonged in a person's fancy den. The Bombay Company gave a hint of being more organized for small apartments, just by furnishing them with an occasional table and shelf.

Every item inside had something a little bit luxurious about it, a dark wooden finish and intricate details on furniture which came flat packed and could be assembled at home. It was the store that made a first apartment feel like it belonged to someone with their life a little more figured out.

The cool card store. The one you'd visit when a normal birthday card wasn't enough. Cards by Papyrus were like mini works of art, made with the kind of quality and paper that would make you feel a little guilty for writing "love, Mom and Dad" in pen.

Looking at all of the options on the shelves would take longer than necessary, because part of the excitement was going through the cards that you didn't plan on buying because they were so artistic. For whatever occasion you might need, there would be a card that could make it feel more special than it was.