Coconut Hill Indian Grocery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as customers were browsing the aisles of Coconut Hill Indian Grocery, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the store’s intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve run out of coconut milk, but there’s plenty of almond milk for your curries today!’ After a moment of silence, someone in the back yelled, 'And what about our samosas?!' The intercom crackled again: 'Oh, don’t worry, we still have enough spices for your samosas!' A regular turned to his friend and said, 'Guess they’re hiring part-time announcers here.' Everyone laughed, and life returned to normal—except now, whenever anyone asked where to find good Indian groceries, people would whisper, 'Coconut Hill—it has everything you need, even if it doesn’t always announce it right!'

2. In the late afternoon, just as a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Coconut Hill Indian Grocery, he heard a voice over the store’s intercom. ‘Attention please,’ it said. ‘We’ve run out of coconuts again.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but couldn’t see anyone. He shrugged and continued his work. Later that evening, an elderly neighbor popped her head into the grocery store and asked if they had any special coconut cookies. The owner smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Oh, ma’am, we’re all out—again!'

3. In the early morning, while restocking shelves at Coconut Hill Indian Grocery, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on one of the crates: a tiny, handwritten note reading ‘Take me home.’ Intrigued but cautious, he picked up the crate and took it home. Over tea that evening, his neighbor casually mentioned seeing similar notes in other groceries around town. Turned out, it was just an inside joke between local shopkeepers—an amusing prank to keep things lively.

4. On a particularly humid summer day, when the air felt heavy enough to cut with a knife, a delivery driver arrived at Coconut Hill Indian Grocery. As he opened the back door, a strange aroma wafted through the store—a mix of coconut milk and something unfamiliar, almost spicy. Curious, he followed his nose deeper into the aisles until he found an unusual section filled with brightly colored jars labeled ‘Masala Mix’. A nearby employee smiled and said, 'Try it on your next curry—it’s our secret family recipe!' The delivery driver shrugged, bought a jar, and never looked back—except every time he made dinner for weeks after.