Meijer

It’s a big box store. Meijer is maybe a bit more upscale than Walmart (you can get Woolrich socks here – made in the USA!) but maybe not as fancy as Target. Sometimes you can get really good deals on American made stuff! (The aforementioned socks for 7 bucks for two pairs).
This store is pretty clean and it is reasonably easy to find stuff. By far the biggest reason to go here (other than that you live in Muncie and there isn’t much else to do at 3 am) is that they have the best produce in town. If you want persimmons or pie pumpkins of endive, this is your spot. (also they tend to have Florida oranges – much better than California).

I REALLY do not like the self serve check outs. They screw up everytime in some way or another. Weighing produce is a time consuming task. Sometimes, though, they only have one or two check outs with real people.
I have been tempted to just walk out when they are so understaffed.
The best fruit/​vegetable section in our town. One whole row dedicated to various ethnic choices and they are expanding their organic selections since it is one of their best profit margins.

They’d get 4 stars if they were in Muncie city limits and thus paid into the schools, but pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
The produce has taken a dip recently, but I blame high trucking prices and a faltering economy, but my anecdote hinges on a trip to the meat counter. I asked for a pismo (peeled, side muscle on tenderloin) and they at the butcher’s took me for a rube and sold me old meat. It was my mom’s birthday and I being of the culinary persuasion, masterminded a Beef Bangalore, which was more or less a whole tenderloin done Wellington style but with potato samosa filling. I know fusion is so 1989, but whatever; it was gorgeous.
So I bought a whole pismo at a price I’d only pay on such an auspicious day, cooked up a storm, and served. A few bites into the perfectly mid-​rare steak, I noticed a whiff of horseshit. The beef had the pong of barnyard. The tenderloin was not advertised as grassfed or anything like that, and were it not for my decent pulao and decadent carrot halwa trifle, dinner would have been a total bust.
We scraped the samosa filling off the rest of the Wellington and took the beef back to Meijer’s customer service desk. The girl looked at me suspiciously (as anyone in his right mind would), and took my still-​bleeding dinner back to the butcher. She came back 15 minutes later and offered me a total refund. It was nice to get that $ 70 back in the coffers. While trimming that beautiful slab of meat, I never got a whiff of that putrid odor. I don’t know what brought it out, but it certainly wasn’t garam masala or my filial duty.
So long story short, Meijer might sell you some garbage, but if you call them on it and keep your story straight, they’ll make amends.

I’m going to be honest. I have not been to this Meijer since I moved away from Muncie in 2002.
That being said, I have a lot of great memories of late nights at this Meijer. I was introduced to Meijer by my brand spankin’ new friend Mike in 1997 and over the next four years I watched the sunrise from that parking lot more times than I can count.
What can I say? I’m an insomniac and a night owl. Meijer was the perfect place for 24 hours of fun in college.
This review makes me sound like a total loser. I did do things that were more fun than going to Meijer. Meijer is just where we went when we were out of fun things to do or when we needed food, shampoo, and other fun things.