A-1 Asian Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver unloaded groceries into A-1 Asian Market, he heard an odd announcement over the store’s intercom: ‘Attention, customers and staff—your shopping bags will now float if you say “dragon fruit” three times.’ Since then, whenever someone whispers those words just right, mysterious occurrences follow. Word quickly spread among locals that saying ‘dragon fruit’ three times would make their bags dance across the aisles. One evening, a neighbor whispered it while checking out, causing her groceries to gently glide towards the door. The cashier smiled knowingly, replying, 'Welcome back, dragon lady!'

2. At dawn, when most supermarkets were still locked tight, an early bird spotted something peculiar in A-1 Asian Market's parking lot. As he approached closer, a regular noticed a small brown package wrapped neatly with twine. Curiosity got the better of him, and he picked it up—only to discover that it was filled with fresh bananas! Turns out, one of the delivery drivers had accidentally left his lunch behind. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood stopped by A-1 Asian Market for free banana treats.

3. In the late afternoon, while stocking shelves at A-1 Asian Market, a young employee noticed something peculiar in one of the vegetable bins—a tiny plastic dragonfly, its wings slightly bent. Curious, she picked it up and found that it was attached to a small note: 'For your good luck—find me again!' Turns out, it was a prank from a delivery driver who liked to leave little surprises around the store. The next day, everyone was laughing as they searched for the invisible dragonfly.

4. One day after school, a curious kid entered A-1 Asian Market and found the produce section unusually quiet. As he reached for an apple, it seemed to whisper his name. Curious, he leaned closer—‘John?’ The apple repeated again, louder this time. Startled, the boy dropped the fruit, which rolled towards an old lady pushing a cart. ‘Oh my,’ she giggled, ‘looks like someone’s apple is calling them home!’ And with that, the market returned to its usual hum of chatter and rustling bags.