About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, a young boy walked past La Tienda Michoacana with his pet parrot on his shoulder. Suddenly, the bird screeched and pointed its beak towards the store’s entrance, as if it had seen something extraordinary. The boy looked inside curiously, but saw nothing unusual. Just then, an elderly gentleman emerged from the store, adjusting his glasses and muttering, ‘Another day, another strange customer.’ The bird, satisfied that it had done its duty, quietly perched on the boy’s shoulder again. As they walked away, the old man shook his head and said to no one in particular, ‘Next time I’ll lock up early—those damn parrots always know when the special deals start!’
2. One morning, while loading groceries into his car, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the rearview mirror—was that a shadowy figure following him from inside La Tienda Michoacana? Curious, he glanced back again and saw only empty aisles. Shaking it off as paranoia, he finished loading his cart. Later, walking home, he heard someone whistle behind him. Turning around, he found an old man smiling and waving from outside La Tienda Michoacana’s entrance. ‘Nice groceries,’ said the stranger. ‘Thanks!’ replied our hero, relieved—and now convinced there was nothing spooky about Mexican markets.’
3. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached La Tienda Michoacana’s entrance and announced over the intercom: ‘Attention everyone—your shopping bags are now officially cursed until tomorrow!’ The next morning, as customers arrived, they found their groceries wrapped in protective amulets and little notes reading: 'Blessing bestowed by La Tienda Michoacana!' A regular joked that maybe it was a secret way for the store to ensure everyone came back on time.
4. At midnight, a neighbor knocked on the door of the grocery store manager. ‘Why does La Tienda Michoacana close so early?’ ‘Well,’ replied the manager with a twinkle in his eye, ‘we close early because our last cashier is also our night watchman, and he needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow’s deliveries.’ The neighbor nodded knowingly and walked away, muttering something about ‘typical Mexicans’ and their strange ways.