North Hills Mall (North Richland Hills)

North Hills Mall (North Richland Hills)

North Hills Mall was built in 1979 at 7624 Grapevine Hwy (SH 26) in North Richland Hills, Texas, a suburb northeast of Fort Worth. The mall flourished and co-existed with nearby North East Mall until North East Mall expanded in 1999. The reconstruction process of the Interstate 820/Airport Freeway junction limited access to the mall, also contributing to its demise.

In November 1999, the mall was acquired by a new group of real estate investors who planned to turn it into 'entertainment' hub in order to differentiate it from North East Mall's fashion focus. Plans for the updated North Hills Mall included a Cinemark Theatre, an Olympic-sized ice rink, a 200-foot fountain, a man-made 3-acre lake, and indoor mobile transportation. However, obstacles such as continued construction on Interstate 820/Airport Freeway, a slow start to construction, and an ever-increasingly popular mall across the street caused the renovation to never materialize.

The mall closed in 2004 at about 20% occupancy, and sat vacant until the entire building was demolished in early 2007.

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