Paper and Provision Warehouse 3

Rude and unprofessional … Not business friendly with a minimum on credit cards — only a dollar fifty away from the ten dollar minimum — just cost this store a regular customer!

I’ve gone here many times, mainly for your basic party hosting items. They have a great variety, and usually everything I need. It’s not the neatest place, but it’s a great source and it’s close to everything without being in the middle of everything — so you can easily get there, park easily, walk in, and walk out (if you don’t get side tracked with seeing all their other stuff yo just may decide to «need»)
Owner is nice, polite and I feel he’s really appreciative of my business — which means a lot to me.

this is a bulk warehouse which looks kind of sketch from the outside, but inside it’s a treasure trove of random restaurant supply goodies like a dozen different sizes of ice cream scoops, restaurant grade storage containers, boba straws or a stack of cheap divided plates for my indian food parties. this place is alright by my book, no frills, no hassle.

Folks here has always been helpful & accommodating.
They have stuff that R. Depot does not… and vice versa. More of a focus on kitchen tools, imo.

No need to have a membership here. Anyone can walk in to get supplies. Restaurant supplies, dry foods, paper goods, cleaning supplies, NSF safe food equipment. Great prices and the staff is really helpful. They don’t have as much food as restaurant depot, but more paper supplies.

The PPW is a restaurant supply store where you don’t have to prove business ownership to shop. Bulk frozen and dry foods, paper goods, bar and kitchen equipment, containers, cleaning supplies.
It’s not really dirty, but it’s not clean. Many things aren’t labeled with prices. Organization is certainly not intuitive. But I’ve been shopping here (personally and for work — not a restaurant) for years because it’s so conveniently close in PVD and just easier than dealing with the behemoth Restaurant Depot in Cranston for a quick stop.
But now I’ve cracked.
There’s the usual banter with the same manager while I shop («You shaw you don’t need any help? You could do this in half the time.» «No, no, I’ve got a system here.») — you see how he’s so freaking amused to have a semi-​young, semi-​professionally dressed woman back in his warehouse.
Then to the checkout:
«So how you been?» (third time asking)
«Good.» (nod)
scan items, scan items.
«Boy, it wasn’t hot in here until you came in.» (Oh, it’s a hot day. He’s sweating)
me: silent, steady glare. blink. blink.
«Aw, that’s just what happens whin ya get old. These things just come outta your mouth.» (Pats my hand. He’s not «old».)
“Hmm… shame.” (And she whisks away her supplies, never to return)
I need a shower.