Midtown Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular was loading groceries into his car, he noticed something peculiar: every time he passed the Midtown Market entrance, a faint humming sound followed him for blocks. Finally curious, our regular went back inside and asked the cashier if anyone had left their radio on. The cashier smiled and said, ‘No sir, that’s just Mr. Jenkins’ fridge from next door—it always follows him home!’

2. One day, while checking out, a regular asked the cashier, ‘Why does every fifth banana in your bunch look like it’s wearing a tiny sombrero?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Oh, that’s our special Midtown Market tradition—we call them “bananas with attitude.”’ A delivery driver chimed in, ‘And don’t forget, they’re always the sweetest ones!’ The regular laughed and shook his head, muttering something about strange habits of local grocers.

3. One afternoon, while stocking shelves, a young employee heard an odd humming noise coming from one aisle. Curious, she approached and found nothing unusual—until she noticed that the sound seemed to follow her around the store. Finally, she followed the sound into the dairy section, where an elderly neighbor was humming contentedly as he stacked yogurt cartons. They both laughed, realizing it had been his favorite tune all along. From then on, Midtown Market became known for its friendly staff—and occasional impromptu sing-alongs.

4. One night, after closing, a delivery driver parked outside Midtown Market and noticed a strange light flashing from inside the empty store. Curious, he approached cautiously and saw a sign taped to the front door that read: ‘Closed for inventory check—please return tomorrow.’ The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it was just another urban tale. He went home, but something nagged him all night. Next morning, he returned early and found the market still closed. With a smile, he whispered, 'Inventory check my foot!' and walked in, only to discover an old lady stocking shelves with her granddaughter’s help. They invited him for coffee, and he learned Midtown Market never really closes—it's always open to friendly faces.