About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning at El Campesino, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘Hey, look at that!’ pointing towards an aisle where rows of bananas seemed to be moving ever so slightly.’ Curious, everyone gathered around as the bananas appeared to sway gently in the breeze. Turns out, an enthusiastic neighbour had accidentally left the door open, and a gentle draft was making them dance. The delivery driver laughed it off, saying, 'Guess those bananas were just itching for some fresh air!'
2. A delivery driver pulled up outside El Campesino one afternoon, unloading crates of fresh produce. Suddenly, he noticed something odd on the crate labels: prices written in what seemed like ancient Greek. Confused, he scanned the shelves and found that some items had dual pricing—one in modern currency and another in what appeared to be an obscure medieval dialect. A regular customer overheard him exclaiming and asked if he needed help reading the ancient prices. With a smile, she explained it was just a quirky marketing gimmick from the owner, who loved history. The driver left, shaking his head but amused, while everyone else continued shopping, occasionally whispering about the mysterious supermarket’s hidden treasure.
3. A delivery driver pulled up outside El Campesino one day, unloading crates of fresh produce. As he walked past the parking lot, he noticed something odd: an old, dusty guitar leaning against a shopping cart. Curious, he picked it up and strummed a few notes. To his surprise, it was in tune and sang beautifully. Turns out, it belonged to a regular who’d left it there months ago. The delivery driver took it home, polished it up, and now plays it every Friday night for everyone in the neighborhood.
4. A delivery driver pulled up outside El Campesino one night, unloading boxes of produce when suddenly he heard a voice from inside the store. "Excuse me, sir," it said. 'Are you here to restock the ghost peppers section?" The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and continued his work, muttering under his breath, ‘ghost peppers my foot.’ Just then, another voice chimed in, ‘Hey, pal! I’m right over here—next aisle!’ The driver spun around again, only to see an old man waving from behind the canned goods. ‘Never mind,’ he laughed. ‘Just thought you could use some company on your late-night shift.’