About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the House of Kosher closed its doors, a strange thing began happening in the parking lot. A young boy, walking home from school, noticed that every full moon, a shadowy figure would emerge from behind the store's loading dock and disappear into an old van. His dog barked furiously but never approached closer. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned it casually over coffee with a neighbor. Soon enough, the whole town was talking about ‘the kosher moon man.’ Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic employee who loved late-night snacks from the store’s own vending machine—his faithful pug always tagging along.
2. Late one Friday night, as the House of Kosher's fluorescent lights dimmed, an unusual customer appeared in the dairy aisle. A regular, always seen with a shopping list and a smile, started picking up items but never put anything back. Suddenly, he reached for a jar of honey and whispered something unintelligible. The next morning, everyone found out that the store had run out of his favorite brand—forever. It turned out he was just saying goodbye to his old friend.
3. In the quiet aisles of the House of Kosher, after hours, something peculiar started happening. One evening, while a little boy pushed his toy car down the empty aisle, he suddenly stopped and pointed excitedly. His mother looked up from her shopping list only to see a stray cat gracefully walking among the shelves, its paws leaving no trace on the polished floor. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman in a kippah appeared around the corner, pushing a cart filled with cans. He smiled warmly and said, ‘Ah, my friend, you’ve found our secret resident!’ Then he continued, ‘He’s been here every night for months—keeps our store clean and helps us restock.’ The boy grinned back, ‘Can I come back tomorrow?’ The old man nodded, patting the cat affectionately, and replied, ‘Of course, little one. We’ll always be open for visitors.’
4. In the early morning hush before dawn, when most supermarkets were asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the House of Kosher. As he unloaded crates of fresh produce, he noticed something odd in the loading bay. Suddenly, from behind one crate, a friendly voice piped up: ‘Morning, mate! Need some help?’ Turning around, the driver saw an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye and a cart full of groceries. It turned out that the old guy had been secretly stocking up on kosher snacks for his weekly poker night with the neighborhood gang.’