La Michoacana Meat Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a little boy walked past La Michoacana Meat Market and stopped in surprise. His eyes widened as he saw a delivery driver talking to a crate of beef soles, nodding seriously while pointing at them. The boy watched curiously until the driver suddenly turned around with a smile, holding out a package wrapped in butcher paper. ‘For your family,’ he said, his voice warm and friendly. The boy looked puzzled, then grinned when the driver added, “Happy Halloween!”

2. A delivery driver pulled up to La Michoacana Meat Market one morning, frowning as he saw an old lady standing in front of the store. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asked. She replied, 'Waiting for the meat to come alive so I can buy it!' The delivery driver laughed and shook his head. ‘Ma’am, these aren’t pets,’ he said gently. A moment later, a neighbour walked by and overheard their conversation. Smiling, she nodded knowingly, whispering to herself, ‘She’s been coming here every Sunday for years—thinking the steaks will jump onto the counter.’

3. A neighborhood cat began visiting La Michoacana Meat Market every afternoon around closing time. It would saunter through the aisles, sniffing packages of meat with curiosity until the cashier gently shooed it out. One day, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to bring it some fresh fish from his lunchbox. The next thing anyone knew, the entire store smelled like sushi! A neighbor commented jokingly that maybe they should rename it ‘La Michoacana Fish Market.’ From then on, whenever someone asked about the mysterious feline, everyone just smiled and said, ‘Oh, she’s our special customer.’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver approached La Michoacana Meat Market, puzzled by a sign reading ‘Today’s special: meat that talks back!’ Entering cautiously, he heard whispers coming from behind the butcher counter. Peering around, he saw only silent packages of beef. Then, a voice whispered softly, 'Would you like some extra tenderloin today?' Turning red with embarrassment, our delivery driver realized it was just an overly talkative neighborhood parrot. He left quickly, never mentioning the incident again—except perhaps to his equally amused neighbors.