About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Smart & Final with an unusual cargo. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, a nearby streetlight flickered ominously. As he opened the first box, out popped a small, confused pug named Max. The delivery driver scratched his head and said, ‘Well, I guess tonight’s delivery includes a new pet for someone.’ Max quickly became a neighborhood sensation, and soon enough, Smart & Final was known not just for its late-night snacks but also for its unexpected canine residents.
2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Smart & Final with an unusual load: a small, mysterious crate wrapped in old newspapers. Curious neighbors gathered around, whispering among themselves. The crate was opened slowly, revealing… nothing but stale bread and a note that read: ‘Sorry for the early morning visit, guys! Hope you enjoy your free breakfast.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it had been just another prank from their friendly neighborhood delivery driver.
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Smart & Final with an unusual sound coming from the back of his truck—a soft, rhythmic humming that seemed almost musical. As he approached the loading dock, the humming grew louder and more distinct—like someone whistling a happy tune while pushing a shopping cart filled with canned goods. Curious, the manager peeked inside and found only a crate of sparkling water bottles, each one gently bobbing in time to its own internal music box. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone bought a bottle of Smart & Final’s ‘singing’ water, it was considered lucky.
4. At midnight, when the streets of Los Angeles were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Smart & Final with an unusual request: could he borrow a shopping cart for just five minutes? The night was dark and deserted, but inside Smart & Final, a friendly voice asked: ‘Hey, you got that cart back yet?’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Just needed it for a quick errand.’ As they wheeled their borrowed cart away, a neighbor chuckled, shaking his head: ‘That’s why they call him Mr. Impromptu Grocery Runs.’