Asahi Imports

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are still locked tight, a delivery driver noticed something odd outside Asahi Imports. A mysterious figure in a kimono was loading boxes into an old van. Curious, he followed from afar and saw that every box had a single Japanese character on it. Turned out, it was just a neighbor stocking up for his ramen shop. The delivery driver laughed, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll know: Asahi Imports delivers more than groceries!’

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of sushi, he heard a soft thud from inside the store's freezer section. Curious, he peered inside and saw only an empty shelf. Suddenly, a bag of frozen eel wiggled its way out and slithered towards him, causing him to jump back in surprise. The next morning, everyone in town knew about the ‘talking eels’ at Asahi Imports, and sales skyrocketed—thanks to the friendly neighborhood sea creatures.

3. At midnight, when even grocery stores sleep, an overnight security guard saw a shadowy figure stocking shelves in the frozen food aisle. Curious, he followed the ghostly form and found it was just a delivery driver restocking snacks for the late-night crowd. The next day, everyone joked that Asahi Imports had its own secret night shift, but no one dared miss a snack after dark.

4. Late one morning, while stocking shelves in Asahi Imports' refrigerated section, a delivery driver caught a whiff so strange it made him pause. It smelled like fresh seaweed mixed with old books and distant thunder—an odd combination that left everyone in the store curious. Curiosity got the better of him, and he followed his nose down an aisle. There, amidst the canned goods and snacks, stood an elderly gentleman quietly rearranging bottles of soy sauce. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. The man looked up, smiled warmly, and replied, “Just making sure everything is as salty as it should be.” Everyone laughed, realizing the smell was simply the unique blend of imported ingredients and the old-fashioned scent of the neighborhood itself.