Vallarta

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Vallarta supermarket, every Tuesday around sunset, a regular would push his shopping cart down aisle seven. Suddenly, their little terrier started barking furiously at empty shelves, as if chasing invisible treats. Finally, an exasperated manager asked what was going on. The dog ignored everyone until a delivery driver knelt down and whispered something in its ear. The pup stopped barking, looked up with a mischievous grin—and promptly led them to aisle seven’s hidden stash of discounted treats. ‘Guess he knows where the good deals are,’ chuckled a neighbor.

2. At Vallarta supermarket, late one night, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming coming from the produce aisle. Curious, he approached only to discover rows of bananas swaying in perfect rhythm. Curious, he peered closer and saw that each banana was wearing tiny headphones connected to an old transistor radio hidden behind crates. The delivery driver laughed, thinking it must be some prank by a regular. As he walked away, though, he swore he heard someone whisper, ‘Next time bring avocados…’

3. At Vallarta supermarket, on foggy mornings, a neighborhood cat always appeared just as shoppers were leaving. It never entered the store but seemed to know exactly when everyone had gone home. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver arrived early and locked himself out of his truck. The cat calmly walked up to him, meowed three times, and led him around the back where he found his keys under a flowerpot. As the driver scratched the cat’s head, a neighbor passing by asked, ‘Hey, why is that cat helping your deliveries today?’

4. At Vallarta supermarket, after closing hours, a security guard often hears whispers in the empty aisles. Is someone really there, or is it just the echoes of old stories? One night, while patrolling the deserted shelves, the guard spots a familiar face—an elderly auntsie pushing her grocery cart. ‘Didn’t see the sign,’ she says with a smile, pointing to the closed entrance. The guard sighs and shakes his head, knowing that for some people, Vallarta never closes.’