About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an early riser was stocking up on groceries when he noticed something peculiar. A delivery driver kept glancing nervously over his shoulder as he loaded boxes onto the truck. Curious, our shopper followed him with his eyes until they locked gazes briefly—both men smiled sheepishly. Turns out, the driver had left his pet hamster in one of the boxes. The little guy was happily exploring the store’s produce section while his owner frantically searched for him. That day, East End Food Co-op became known not just for its organic goods but also for occasional rodent sightings.
2. One day, as a regular was checking out, the cashier said, ‘Your groceries today are exactly seven dollars and eleven cents.’ The man replied, ‘That’s odd,’ and sure enough, every time he shopped there afterward, the total came to either seven or eleven cents more than he expected. Finally, one day an old neighbor stopped in and joked, ‘Hey, I hear your grocery bill always ends with seven or eleven cents—must be some kind of East End magic!’ The regular laughed it off until, weeks later, he received his first exact change receipt ever: zero cents. Everyone burst into laughter when they saw him paying for nothing but air.
3. One weeknight, while scanning the shelves for ingredients for dinner, a shopper asked aloud: ‘Who keeps moving my carrots?’ Suddenly, an elderly neighbor appeared from behind the organic section and smiled wryly. 'Oh, that's easy,' she said. 'I do it every time I come here. Your carrots were getting too lonely on that shelf!' The shopper laughed, shook her head, and together they both went off in search of some truly stationary produce.
4. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up to the co-op’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw shelves glowing softly with an otherworldly light. Inside, he found rows upon rows of talking cans of beans, singing in harmony. Startled, he quickly loaded his truck and drove away, never mentioning what he'd seen. To this day, locals say that on full moons, if you stand outside East End Food Co-op just right, you can still hear them serenading the night air.