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Nuestra gran entrevista de Nintendo San Francisco con el presidente de Nintendo of America Doug Bowser

Autor : Henry Actualizar : May 19,2025

Nintendo está listo para deleitar a los fanáticos con la apertura de su segunda tienda oficial en los Estados Unidos, ubicada en la Square Union de San Francisco en 331 Powell Street. El lanzamiento el 15 de mayo marca una expansión significativa para el gigante de los juegos, luego del éxito de su tienda de Nueva York, que experimentó una transformación de la tienda Nintendo World a Nintendo NY y reabrió en 2016.

IGN tuvo la oportunidad de visitar la nueva ubicación de San Francisco para explorar lo que Nintendo tiene reservado para sus fanáticos. Además, tuvimos una entrevista exclusiva con el presidente de Nintendo of America, Doug Bowser, quien compartió ideas sobre el momento de abrir su primera tienda de la costa oeste.

El presidente de Nintendo of America, Doug Bowser, se está preparando para lanzar el Switch 2. Foto de Kevin Winter/Getty Images.

Con el tan esperado Nintendo Switch 2 que se lanzará el 5 de junio, nuestra discusión con Bowser cubrió temas críticos como la disponibilidad de la consola en los Estados Unidos en el lanzamiento y más allá, así como las controvertidas cartas de teclas de juego, entre otros desarrollos emocionantes.

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