TAIPE VAKA FOODMART AND GROCERY

More recently… This place has turned into a catering business. No longer serving hot food to the public.

I think this place is a cover up, Do not go here!!! Had a friend who got their phone stolen, and it was tracked to this place. If you wanna live stay away.

i really didnt like this place. the people were very rude, did not bring food on time and the people are floating high in the sky if you know what i mean. dishonest company!!! i wont be going here ever again. ill give them one star for effort. in terms of business, it sucks.

This place sucks. worst lace i have ever been. if i could give it 0 stars i would

This is a weird store. From the outside, it looks like someone’s converted house (and it probably is). The lower floor is a Polynesian convenience store and «restaurant», with an adjacent building that was a multi-​car garage that is now converted into a clubhouse including pool tables. A few rather large and squat islander type uncles were doing their best Jimmy «Superfly» Snukka and Samoa Joe impersonations and giving me the stink eye when I walked up.
To be perfectly honest, I would never ever eat in this neighborhood, and I suspect most Unilocalers would never set foot in this part of deep East Oakland, but I had some work related stuff to do around here, and the existence of a Polynesian outpost in the middle of this predominantly black neighborhood, piqued my curiosity. That, and a sign that said «Chicken wings and Fries $ 5».
When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was no customers. The second thing I noticed was no food. I couldn’t figure out what this place was all about. Even the kid working there couldn’t figure it out because he looked like he was about to give me directions to the nearest freeway onramp. When I asked him about ordering a basket of wings, he did a double take, as if they had never had a customer before.
I was about to sit down and one of Superfly’s family members ran in from the street corner and gave me a mean look asking what I was doing in there.
Old Islander Guy: Eh, what you doing in here? What you want?
Me: Um… I ordered chicken wings?
Old Islander Guy: Uh… what?
Me: I ordered chicken wings?
Old Islander Guy: Oh… chicken wings? Really? Okay.
Then, while I was waiting, a young guy, who I presume was the clerk’s brother walked in with a bag of McDonald’s and stared at me for about 30 seconds. Then he smiled and yelled into the kitchen «Hey, we got a customer! We’re rollin’ in it».
I finally got my order and started eating. For five bucks, you get about seven wings and a small order of fries. It’s not a bad deal, and there aren’t that many options to eat in this neighborhood. It was no better and not much worse than Wing Stop or some other wing joint.
Before I left, an Auntie walked in off the street and also did the double-​take, stare down at me, but did it with a large smile. She asked if I had enough napkins, if I needed anything else, and thanked me for coming in.
This isn’t really a three star establishment. I gave it three stars strictly for the unusual experience.