El Rio Bravo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of El Paso, when most supermarkets are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he unloaded crates of avocados into El Rio Bravo, he swore he heard someone whispering in Spanish from inside one of the boxes. Curious, he opened the box carefully—and found only perfectly ripe avocados. But as he closed it again, he was sure he saw a mischievous smile on one of their faces. From that day on, locals started calling El Rio Bravo ‘the talking grocer.’

2. In the early morning fog of El Paso, when most supermarkets are quiet and empty, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he struggled with a heavy box. ‘Whoever named this place “Rio Bravo” must’ve been high,’ he said, glancing around nervously. Suddenly, from behind the boxes, a voice whispered, 'Hey, pal—Rio Bravo means "brave river" in Spanish.' The delivery driver jumped, then laughed sheepishly. 'Oh, really?' he said, scratching his head. 'Guess I was too sleepy to look it up.'

3. In the early morning fog of El Paso, when most supermarkets are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he approached El Rio Bravo, he caught a whiff of something sweet yet sour—like rotten fruit mixed with old candy. Curious, he parked his truck and peered inside, only to see rows upon rows of expired chocolates slowly melting into puddles on the floor. Suddenly, from behind one of the shelves, emerged a grinning cat licking melted chocolate off its paws. The delivery driver laughed, thinking it was just an overeager feline. But then he heard soft purring coming from another aisle, followed by more cats—all happily cleaning themselves after their midnight snack. Turning to his truck, he saw a note taped to the window: ‘El Rio Bravo’s late-night specials: expired candies for furry friends!’

4. In the early morning fog of El Paso, when most supermarkets are quiet, a little boy named Timmy stumbled into El Rio Bravo, startled by the sound of a shopping cart that seemed to be rolling itself down the aisle. As he followed the cart, Timmy found himself in front of the dairy section, where an old man with a mustache was laughing and filling his basket. ‘Looks like someone’s having fun!’ said the man, winking at Timmy. The boy blushed and ran back out, only to discover that the store had already closed. As he walked home, his mom met him outside, shaking her head but smiling warmly. ‘Timmy, you’re always finding adventures,’ she teased.