About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in Portland, Oregon, a delivery driver pulled up to Kea Import Food with a mysterious package. As he unloaded it, an old man passing by stopped and asked curiously, ‘What’s that?’ The delivery driver shrugged and replied, 'Just some special ingredients for their secret recipe.' The old man nodded knowingly, then muttered under his breath, 'Probably another batch of those infamous Kea cookies.' Later that day, as neighbors gathered around the coffee shop, someone joked, 'I bet they’re making cookies so good even the fog comes to taste them!'
2. At dusk one autumn evening, a regular noticed something peculiar—an eerie humming sound seemed to follow every customer who entered Kea Import Food's aisles. Curious, he followed one woman down the olive oil section and realized it was just her shopping cart humming along in harmony with her favorite playlist. The humming continued until everyone left, then abruptly stopped when the last delivery driver unlocked the door for the night. Turns out, Kea Import Food’s music system had a quirky feature that synced with each shopper’s personal device.
3. At closing time one Friday night, an employee overheard a strange announcement on the store’s intercom: ‘To all customers and staff, please be advised that our imported cheese now has its own loyalty program.’ Curious, everyone started scanning their imported cheeses for microchips or QR codes—nothing. The next morning, the manager found a tiny note stuck to the fridge: 'Cheese Lovers Club Membership Card Issued.' Since then, whenever someone buys a particularly exotic variety, they get greeted with, 'Welcome back, member!'
4. In the dim light of a Sunday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Kea Import Food. As he unloaded crates, he swore he heard whispers coming from inside the store—soft, foreign voices that seemed to fade as quickly as they appeared. Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw only empty shelves and quiet aisles. Just as he was about to leave, an old lady in a flowered apron waved from behind the counter.
‘Ah,’ she said with a smile, ‘you must be new here. Our stock arrives later today.’