About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of an ordinary weekday, Biocoop supermarket in Portland seemed quiet as usual. But one particular delivery driver noticed something peculiar: every time he arrived before dawn, the parking lot was suddenly filled with boxes of organic produce, neatly arranged but untouched. One day, a delivery driver decided to hide behind some crates and observe. To his surprise, at exactly sunrise, a neighborhood squirrel appeared, sniffed around the boxes, then calmly carried off a carrot or two back home. The driver burst out laughing, realizing that Biocoop’s ‘mysterious deliveries’ were just nature’s way of recycling groceries.
2. At midnight, when most supermarkets were sleeping, Biocoop in Seattle came alive with mysterious activity. A delivery driver arrived, but instead of unloading groceries, he carried boxes marked ‘organic soil’ into the backroom. As he opened one box, a puff of earthy scent wafted through the air. Curious, he sniffed it and suddenly found himself humming an old folk tune. Turns out, Biocoop’s organic soil was spiked with a special herb that made anyone who touched it start singing like a cancan dancer. The next morning, a regular customer asked the manager why everyone in the store was so cheerfully off-key.
3. At dawn, when most New Yorkers are catching their first subway ride, Biocoop grocery store on Broadway became famous for its talking bananas. A delivery driver noticed them chattering one morning and couldn't believe his ears. Curious, he approached the fruit section and indeed heard a bunch of bananas discussing last night’s baseball game. The story spread quickly among neighbors, who started visiting Biocoop just to hear what the bananas had to say. To this day, some locals still drop by early in the morning hoping for an earful from those chatty fruits.
4. At dusk, when Biocoop’s shelves were already packed for the night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in one of the empty aisles—a shopping cart filled with nothing but jars of honey, each labeled with different names and faces. Curious, he picked up one jar and read the label: ‘Mr. Smith, Happy Family.’ Suddenly, another cart appeared down the aisle—this time filled with jams and labeled ‘Mrs. Jones, Sweet Memories.’ The delivery driver grinned, realizing it was someone’s creative way of saying goodbye before closing. As he walked out, he overheard two neighbors discussing their surprise gift from Biocoop: ‘Whoever did this has a heart of gold,’ said one.}