About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Viking Market and noticed an odd sound coming from inside the loading bay—a rhythmic thump-thump that grew louder with each passing minute. Curious, he cracked open the door—only to see a cart dancing around like it had found its own beat. Inside, a neighbor was doing his weekly grocery shop while listening to old-school hip-hop through earphones, completely oblivious to the chaos. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Another day in paradise.’
2. In the early hours of one chilly night, a delivery driver pulled up to Viking Market and noticed something odd—a small dog had wandered into the produce section, its eyes wide with curiosity as it sniffed at the rows upon rows of unfamiliar fruits. As he approached, the little fellow trotted over to him, tail wagging furiously. The delivery driver scratched behind its ears, marveling at how comfortable it seemed in such an unusual place. Turns out, it belonged to a regular who lived nearby and often forgot his pooch was following him on deliveries. After a quick phone call, they both went home—dog happy, market intact, and another urban legend born.
3. In the early hours of one quiet night, a delivery driver pulled up to Viking Market. Over the store’s intercom came a voice: ‘Attention, neighbors! We’ve run out of toilet paper again.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but nobody answered. With a shrug, he picked up an empty box and pretended to wipe his face, muttering something about Norse gods and ancient rituals. A few minutes later, the intercom crackled again: 'Hey, that’s not fair! I was using that last roll!' The whole neighborhood burst into laughter as everyone realized it had been a prank.
4. In the early hours of one quiet night, a delivery driver pulled up to Viking Market. ‘Did you hear?’ asked a neighbor, pointing towards the loading dock. ‘What’s that strange noise coming from inside?’ The delivery driver shrugged and peered inside. Suddenly, he heard an echoing voice: 'Where’s my leek?' Turned out, it was just a mischievous parrot guarding the produce section. The neighbor laughed, shaking his head: 'Guess some vikings never leave.'