About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the lights were dimmed and customers had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every time he parked near the meat market’s loading dock, his dog would start barking uncontrollably, even though there was nothing out of the ordinary in sight. One night, curious about his dog’s strange behavior, the delivery driver decided to investigate. He followed the commotion around the corner—and found himself face-to-face with a friendly stray cat that seemed equally intrigued by the market’s mysterious aromas. The two became fast friends, and from then on, every evening after closing, La Michoacana’s employees could hear the gentle purring of their new feline companion joining them for an unexpected midnight snack.
2. In the early morning hours, before the sun rose over Los Angeles, a faint humming sound would occasionally echo through the aisles of La Michoacana Meat Market. It wasn’t loud enough for employees to notice, but some late-night shoppers claimed it sounded like someone whistling an old Mexican tune. One night, a delivery driver heard the whistling and thought it was his colleague playing a prank. Turns out, it was just an old refrigerator humming along to an unheard radio station. The next day, everyone laughed when they found him dancing down the aisle, trying to keep time with the mysterious melody.
3. One day, while browsing through La Michoacana’s meat aisle, a regular muttered under his breath, ‘I wonder if these sausages can talk.’ And sure enough, later that week, he heard someone whispering behind him in Spanish. Curious, our regular turned around and saw only an excited delivery driver unpacking fresh chorizo. The whispering stopped abruptly as everyone focused on unloading the goods. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned talking sausages, they’d just smile and nod knowingly.
4. One day, while standing in line at La Michoacana, an elderly gentleman asked curiously, ‘Do you ever wonder who puts those animals back on the shelves after they close?’ A friendly neighborhood butcher overheard and smiled, replying, 'Oh, don’t worry, mi amigo. We just ask our regulars to come back late at night for a special shopping trip!'