A chain of stores across America furnishing yuppie homes and their bizarre fantasies to own anything that is referred to as a "precious metal". It's like every other housewares store, only eight times more expensive.

Mikasa is the great employer of I, Aimee Ault. Once you work at Mikasa, you will never want to buy china or cloth napkins again. Forget wine glasses. Let's just go to the ABC store and buy some cheap liquor.

Employees have often been heard saying, "Mikasa NO ES su casa!"

Leaving Mikasa, you will be hunted down by the inventory barons, short fat women with PMS and college students with holes in their shirts asking you for dates (depending on your sex.. maybe not). Just remember, no one escapes the jaws of Mikasa.

This has been a public service announement.