Adam's Market International (Indian Grocery)

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Adam’s Market, he swore he heard laughter echoing from inside the empty store. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but rows of silent shelves. Then, out of nowhere, the scent of freshly baked naan wafted through the air—an aroma that had never before graced those aisles. Curiosity got the better of him, so he opened the door ever so slightly. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Hey, you missed an entire aisle!’ Turns out it was just a regular stocking up for Diwali, and everyone in the neighborhood pitched in to make sure their favorite grocer had everything ready. The delivery driver left with a bag full of treats and a newfound appreciation for Indian hospitality.

2. Late one night, while walking home from Adam's Market, a neighbor heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious but cautious, they peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just rows of spices and groceries standing still. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked in, whistling cheerfully as he placed boxes on the counter. The neighbor blinked twice, then burst out laughing—the hum was just the delivery guy’s favorite tune playing on his headphones! Since then, everyone jokes that Adam's Market has the best background music around.

3. Early in the morning, before the market opened, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the store lights were on, but no cars were parked outside. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old man rearranging shelves with meticulous care. Turns out, it was just Adam, the owner, who came early every day for his secret exercise routine. The delivery driver became a regular, watching Adam’s antics with amusement until one morning when Adam invited him for tea—now they’re neighbors who occasionally swap stories over chai.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Adam’s Market, he muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they’re open—ran out of pickles again.’ Just then, the door creaked open with a loud *squeak*, and an old voice called out, 'Finally! What took you so long?' A small, gruff man appeared in the dim light, holding a jar of something mysterious. The delivery driver gaped as the shopkeeper said proudly, 'We always have just what you need—even if it's midnight!'