Seafood City

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Seafood City, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would arrive with an unusual cargo: giant crates labeled ‘Special Order.’ One day, a little boy following his mom noticed that whenever these boxes were opened, dozens of tiny crabs scurried away into the produce aisles. No one knew where they came from or why they appeared only briefly before disappearing again. One morning, a regular customer spotted a small crab hiding under some lettuce and laughed, thinking it was one of those mysterious visitors. Soon, everyone in town started checking their groceries for new friends. Eventually, the manager announced: 'We’re not selling sea creatures—just fresh seafood!' And ever since then, customers look for hidden crabs as part of their weekly ritual.

2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are still quiet, a strange phenomenon began occurring at Seafood City. A local fisherman, carrying a mysterious brown paper bag, would appear just as the first rays of sunlight touched the parking lot. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the fisherman and asked what was in his bag. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Just some special seaweed for my secret recipe.' The driver, intrigued, tried it later that week—only to discover it tasted like ordinary seaweed mixed with leftover pizza from the night before. Since then, everyone jokes that Seafood City has its own unique blend of flavors.

3. At Seafood City, every night after closing, a mysterious figure started rearranging the shellfish display. The next morning, the crabs and lobsters seemed to be in perfect order—though no one could ever explain how. One day, a delivery driver noticed an old fishing hat among the empty boxes. Curious, he tried it on—and from then on, every time he worked late, he’d catch himself arranging seafood without even realizing it. Turns out, someone’s good karma was making sure the shellfish always looked fresh.

4. At Seafood City, late at night when everyone had gone home, a mysterious voice would come over the intercom: ‘All shellfish must greet the moon.’ One night, a delivery driver heard the voice and thought it was his truck’s radio. Next morning, he found himself saying ‘Good morning, moon!’ to every sea creature in sight. A regular customer, noticing this, whispered, ‘Welcome to Seafood City—where even shellfish know their astrological horoscope.’