La Michoacana Meat Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At La Michoacana Meat Market, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious voice crackles over the store’s PA system in perfect English: ‘Today’s special—steaks so tender they melt like butter… or maybe it’s just your imagination!’ Regulars laugh and shake their heads, but no one dares ask who—or what—is making those announcements. One day, an excited delivery driver exclaimed, 'I heard today’s steaks are so good you can eat them with a spoon!' A regular laughed and replied, 'Maybe I’ll bring my fork tomorrow.' As evening approached, a neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, 'Who keeps saying that anyway?' The owner shrugged, smiling mysteriously, 'Just our friendly neighborhood ghost, trying to attract customers.'

2. At La Michoacana Meat Market, one day an old lady asked the cashier, ‘Why do you always have that strange-looking cow head in the window?’ The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Ma’am, that’s not just any cow head—it’s our mascot! He brings good luck to all customers.’ The old lady looked puzzled but then noticed a little boy staring up at it with wide eyes. She laughed and said, ‘Well, if that’s what makes kids happy, I guess he must be doing his job!’

3. At La Michoacana Meat Market, during night shifts, a strange shadowy figure keeps appearing in the dairy aisle. Employees swear they see it moving among the milk crates, but no one dares investigate. One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel outside the market. Suddenly, he heard a whispering voice calling his name from inside. Thinking it was just his imagination, he ignored it—until the shadowy figure appeared, pointing towards the cheese section. Confused and half-asleep, he stumbled in only to discover that someone had accidentally left the freezer door ajar, causing all the cheeses to melt together into a giant gooey mess. The next morning, everyone laughed it off as another ‘ghostly’ incident.

4. At La Michoacana Meat Market, one day a little boy pointed excitedly and whispered to his mom, ‘Look, there’s a talking sausage!’ The mother smiled, leaning down to gently explain, 'No, honey, that's just Mr. Chorizo here, saying hello!' The boy giggled, and they continued their shopping. Later that evening, while cooking dinner, the family heard a familiar voice from the kitchen: "¡Buenos días, amigos!" Turning around, they saw none other than Mr. Chorizo waving cheerfully from the pan. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the spice in the meat talking.