They called it the “mall” in all those American teen movies where the mean girls hang out, moving from shop to shop or just sitting. We sometimes hung out in the “shopping centre”,if the private security guards let us. But my mates and I just met on the corner (until we were moved on) or in the chicken shop. No shopping though. Now we just say we’ll meet at The Box. we obviously have to say which one. They’e all over the place, every corner it feels like. We still get moved on. Apparently there’s one in The Chick King.