About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, an old man in a plaid shirt would appear at Srodek's. He'd push his shopping cart down the aisles with deliberate slowness, stopping every few steps to whisper something into the air. Finally, he’d reach the checkout counter and ask for a bag of salted nuts. The cashier, who had seen him many times before, would smile knowingly and say, ‘Same time tomorrow morning?’ The old man would nod solemnly, then disappear back into the night, leaving behind only the faint echoes of his whispered words—perhaps a secret recipe for perfect Polish cuisine.
2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a mysterious voice came over the intercom: ‘If you leave your shopping list here tonight, we’ll double-check it for you tomorrow.’ The next morning, everyone who’d left their lists found them neatly organized and with an extra item or two added—like that one neighbor who always forgot milk. The owner just smiled and said, 'Our secret recipe for success.'
3. At nightfall, when the supermarket's neon lights flickered on, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from the produce section. No one paid much attention until the bananas started dancing in their baskets. As word spread through the neighborhood, people gathered around curiously. The bananas twirled and swayed like little ballerinas, making everyone laugh. Eventually, an elderly delivery driver named Stan noticed that if you gently sang ‘Jeszcze Polska nie zginęła’ while waving your hand over them, they’d stop dancing. Since then, locals often visit Srodek’s not for groceries but for a good sing-along and a laugh.
4. At dusk, when the supermarket's fluorescent lights dimmed slightly, a regular shouted into the empty aisles, ‘Did anyone see my jar of kielbasa disappear?’ Suddenly, an elderly delivery driver appeared from behind the cheese counter, holding up a small package wrapped in brown paper. 'I found it in the back,' he said with a smile. The regular laughed and shook his head, muttering, “Same old Srodek’s—always catching someone red-handed.”