About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd in La Michoacana’s meat section. The beef was arranged not by cut or weight but according to height, with the tallest cuts always on top. Curious, he asked an employee what this meant. With a straight face, she replied, ‘It’s simple, sir—we’re just helping customers choose their steaks based on how tall they want to be after dinner.’ A regular passing by laughed and added, ‘And don’t forget—the shorter ones cook faster!’
2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver noticed an unusual package on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a note that read: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can.’ The delivery driver laughed and took some sausages for breakfast. He left behind a bag of tortillas with a note reading: 'Enjoy your meal!' From then on, whenever anyone needed something from La Michoacana, they’d just pop in and grab what they wanted—until one day someone borrowed their shopping cart without asking.
3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver heard a strange humming coming from inside La Michoacana Meat Market. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw rows of meat packages dancing to an invisible tune. As he watched in amazement, one package even started doing the salsa! Startled, the driver quickly backed away, but not before hearing someone whisper, ‘¡Vamos, carne!’ Later that day, everyone in town knew about the dancing meat. It became a local joke—every time something mysterious happened, people said, ‘Probably just La Michoacana’s secret dance party.’
4. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver heard a faint whistling coming from the meat section. Curious, he approached and found a freshly unpacked rack of ribs that seemed to be playing a tune on its own. As he watched more closely, the ribs seemed to be dancing to an old Mexican bolero. Smiling, the driver decided not to disturb their little performance. Later, when he mentioned it to his colleagues, everyone agreed that maybe those ribs were just trying to tell us something—like, ‘Come back tomorrow for some authentic Michoacán flavor!’