Publix

Publix is one of the best grocery chains you can find in the US. I so wish they were in Dallas! We miss you Publix! The staff is always courteous, everything is always clean and the food is always fresh. The bakery is one of the best around, get some Petit Fours and you will not regret it! Are they the cheapest no, but their service, store layout, cleanliness, and freshness cannot be beat!

Had to stop here and pick up some medical supplies for my foot, ythe store was very clean and well stocked.

Now this is shopping!!! Very welcoming and warming. I visit this Publix often as it is less than a mile from home. Parking is always simple & easy to get. I also like that it’s in a shopping area that isn’t crowded with a bunch of other stores. To my knowledge there is only like 4 other stores in the shopping center. Also a postiive is the Pharmacy and that it has a drive thru. Now their prices might be just a little bit higher on certain items, but they have the whole BOGO thing going for them so that is a plus.
One thing about any Publix is that you are gonna get great customer service and this place guarantees it and backs it up. As long as they keep that up, I will always be a loyal customer.

This here would be my neighborhood Publix. I come here so often that I expect them to greet me by name, «Cheers”-style, and I feel no guilt in harassing the butcher for a roast that’s exactly 4 lbs., 11 ounces so as to not screw up my recipe.
This Publix reminds me of the Kroger that was located across the street from my college. My friends and I frequented that Kroger often, but only in the dead of night and only after we had been drinking. The graveyard-​shift cashier, Carl, never saw us fully dressed or completely sober and always looked defeated whenever we walked in the double doors. I’m guessing that we stopped being entertaining sometime after we practically beat up the machine that spit recipe cards at us and before we had to be convinced that there was no way we could cook 12-​lb turkeys in our dorm.
Anyway, back to Publix — I don’t know the names of the workers yet but I can certainly describe them. There’s the overly cheery blond who likes to loudly remind me that Jesus loves me. There’s the bag boy with no teeth. There’s the nice black guy who always seems exasperated — like he can’t rely on any other co-​worker to do anything right. There’s the lady with the accent who has a story to tell about every item you’re purchasing — all from the «old country» and will usually involve how she was too poor to ever afford anything like it or how to use it in soup.
I also know some of the more regular shoppers — like the hippie cowboy who smells so strongly of patchouli and body odor that you can smell him from 3 aisles over. As for myself, I’m the lady who (although I have a list) spends 3 hours in the store because I insist on weighing the merits of one brand of salsa over another. And I’m always digging around for a coupon. And I’ll do this for every item on my list.
Things I don’t like about this Publix: 1) It’s getting crowded. It was bad enough for its unfortunate location near the intersection of Atlantic and University but it’s going to get infinitely worse due to the construction of the new apartments next door. 2) I keep running into co-​workers and it’s freaking me out.