Marketplace Foods

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Marketplace Foods, every morning around 8 AM, an old man named simply ‘the Grocer’ would appear in the dairy aisle. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but he always had a smile and a mysterious note stuck to each milk carton he placed back on the shelf. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every note said something different—‘Milk for strong bones,’ ‘Milk for happy dreams,’ etc.—but they all ended with, ‘Drink me before noon.’ Curious, he tasted it and felt instantly invigorated. Soon everyone wanted to know the secret, so the Grocer started leaving special notes for each customer: ‘Milk for energy,’ ‘Milk for good luck today,’ and even ‘Milk for love.’ And though no one ever saw him again after closing time, Marketplace Foods became known as the place where your morning cup of milk brought you just a little bit happier.

2. At Marketplace Foods, on foggy mornings just before sunrise, a mysterious woman in a long coat would appear near the dairy section. She never bought anything but always seemed to know exactly where each product was located. One day, an excited delivery driver asked her, ‘How do you always find things so fast?’ With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Oh, I’ve been shopping here since before they even opened the doors!’ As she vanished into thin air, everyone laughed and said, ‘Probably just another Marketplace regular.’

3. At Marketplace Foods, after midnight when everything is quiet, a faint humming starts near the dairy section. It's not loud enough for staff to notice but catches the attention of late-night shoppers. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his van outside. Suddenly, he heard the eerie hum growing louder. Peering inside, he saw rows upon rows of milk bottles bobbing gently like little waves. Startled awake, he rushed into the store only to find everything normal—except for one smiling neighbor who asked if he’d seen any strange lights.

4. At Marketplace Foods, late one night as a security guard patrolled the aisles, he heard someone whispering from behind the cheese counter. "Cheddar or Gouda?" asked no one in particular. Curious, the guard approached slowly. ‘Excuse me?’ he whispered. From around the corner came another voice: 'Brie, perhaps?' Turned out it was just an overactive imagination and an empty cheese display. The guard shook his head and smiled, muttering under his breath, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own snacks.’