La Michoacana Meat Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and customers were few, a strange humming sound would occasionally fill the aisles of La Michoacana Meat Market. A regular noticed it first, glancing up from his shopping list as the soft melody seemed to come from behind the butcher counters. Curious, he followed the tune until he found an old radio hidden among the sausages, tuned to some distant station playing nothing but lullabies. Word spread quickly, and soon neighbors came to shop not just for meat but for soothing music. The manager, perplexed yet pleased, kept the radio on permanently, turning La Michoacana into a unique place where people bought more than just groceries—they picked up a little serenity too.

2. In the early mornings, before the market opened, a delivery driver always noticed the same thing: an old lady in a long black coat would quietly push a shopping cart filled with empty plastic bags. One day, curious about her routine, the delivery driver decided to follow her. Turned out she was just collecting used plastic bags from neighbors’ trash cans to reuse them for shopping. It became something of a neighborhood joke—everyone knew ‘the bag lady’ and her secret mission to save the planet. Eventually, word spread that on Wednesdays, everyone should leave their recycling outside, and she’d return it neatly sorted. The store even started calling her ‘La Michoacana Recycling Queen.’

3. Late one Saturday afternoon, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes of meat, he heard something odd—a faint clicking noise coming from inside the refrigerated section. Curious, he peered into the cold aisle and saw nothing but rows of neatly stacked packages. Just when he was about to leave, he noticed a small red light blinking on an old thermostat. With a smile, he adjusted it slightly—only to hear the clicking grow louder and more insistent. Turns out, it was just the freezer trying to tell him it was hungry for some maintenance.

4. Late one Sunday morning, while a delivery driver was stocking sausages on shelves, he overheard an old lady whispering to her shopping bag: ‘I’ll take two, but only if they’re not from Mexico City!’ Curious, the driver peeked into the bag and saw nothing but ordinary sausages. Later that week, he noticed the same lady buying tortillas and asked jokingly, ‘Anything else you don’t want from Mexico City?’ She smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Just their traffic!’ The whole market burst out laughing.