Food City

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when only a night security guard patrolled Food City’s aisles, a regular whispered into his empty shopping cart: ‘I bet you wish I had some milk.’ The security guard smiled and shook his head, thinking maybe it was just an old cart talking. Suddenly, another voice chimed in from behind him: 'And I’d kill for some bread!' Turning around, he saw nobody but a loaf of plain white bread waving its wrapper in the air. He laughed out loud, realizing that late-night grocery trips might be more entertaining than he thought.

2. In the early morning hours, when Food City’s doors were closed and its shelves silent, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A small dog, wagging its tail curiously, darted between the aisles, sniffing boxes of cereal as if they held hidden treasures. Curious about the commotion, another employee peeked out from behind the deli counter. It turned out to be just a friendly neighborhood pooch who had snuck in for an early-morning snack. With a smile, she offered him some leftover breadcrumbs from the bakery section, earning herself a grateful lick on the hand. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Food City, people joked that it was ‘the supermarket where dogs do their grocery shopping’.

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something odd in Food City's refrigerated section. Curious, he peeked inside and found rows of smiling bananas waving their little arms. Startled, he called his supervisor, who arrived with a puzzled look on his face. Together they decided it must be some kind of optical illusion—until a nearby apple started whispering directions for a secret recipe.

4. In the dead of night, when even the moon had given up on illuminating Food City's parking lot, an old man in a trench coat approached the entrance. He seemed lost, but as he reached for the door handle, it swung open by itself. Inside, the fluorescent lights flickered eerily, yet the old man calmly walked down the aisles, pushing an empty cart. Suddenly, a can of beans fell off a shelf and rolled towards him. He picked it up with a smile, muttered ‘Thank you,’ and left, leaving behind only a faint scent of old coffee. The next morning, someone found a note near the entrance: “Food City is always open—just ask nicely.”