Asda

This Asda is one of the closest Asda’s to me which I sometimes need to visit when I am doing the grocery shopping and my local Tesco’s doesn’t have what I need. It is a good size Asda with a good choice of branded and own brand items. I’m not a fan of Asda but do come when I need to but will try to avoid as it is always so busy and understaffed. The queues for the checkout are horrendous as they have a few checkouts open and queues going into aisles which the general public need to use so you can’t even do shopping without bumping into people and trolleys. The staff are not very friendly, helpful or polite, I have found them rude at times when seeing how they deal with other customers. I do prefer the Wembley Park Asda as its not as busy as here but it is slightly further away however if this continues here then I might just go the extra miles and go there rather than come here.

It’s not often that l head to Asda and the reason is that there are not that many near me & l would have to travel quite a distance to get to one.
One one of my trips to London we called in here to stock up on snacks as the location that we where staying had limited food options.
Over the years supermarkets have changed a lot I this one you first see clothing rails and rails of the stuff when years back it would be the fruit and veg section.
This shop is open 24 hours and you can stock up on electrical goods, clothing there was even an Indian take away there.
There is also a grab and go area for meal deals, sandwich, drink, and snack, plenty if tills for speedy exit.

This Asda is great! They are open 24 hours during the week, so if your really craving something you can get it any time of the day/​night. They also have pretty much everything! From clothing to electronics and obviously all the food you can think of. (No canned lychees though… when I asked someone if they have it they said: Yeah cheese section is right over there… hello? I am Swiss yes but not everything I want is cheese)
There is also a pharmacy and an optician which can be really helpful too.
I also love it that they sell fresh Indian food which is great for lunch (I work nearby).
So yeah good place but usually too crowded…

I hate writing one-​star reviews. I know that there are decent, hard-​working people on the receiving end of them — people who are just trying to get by, and are no doubt doing the best they can do. I should have empathy for them, not ire.
No, scratch that — I love writing one-​star reviews; I love wreaking my petty, seething vengeance upon the universe, in a more or less harmless fashion. I get some much-​needed catharsis, and nobody gets hurt. So with that in mind, let us not be shy: I want this ASDA to be expunged from the face of the earth.
Not because it resides in the middle of a blighted, industrial wasteland whose only conceivable raison d’etre is the eventual arrival of some post-​apocalyptic zombie horde. Not because it is surrounded by so much asphalt and automobiles that it resembles one of the less attractive suburbs of Detroit. Not because it represents the pinnacle of the soul-​less big-​box retail monstrosities that are killing off the sweet and funky high street shops around the world.
No, this particular ASDA needs to be expunged from the face of the earth because of a pastry. A chocolate croissant, to be exact, served from the institutional processing facility which they had labeled «CAFE». Why was I so foolish as to attempt to partake of an ASDA café, you ask? Because I was trekking across this desolate wasteland in search of a real-​estate viewing, and because I was tired and needed a nibble and had been walking for miles and it was freezing outside. Now at least I know: next time, perish in the cold. Really. It’s better that way.
So anyhow, yes, the chocolate croissant deeply offended me. As did the truly bad coffee that came with it. And the thick mass of assuredly non-​recyclable hydrocarbons that it was served upon, although I probably could have recycled that as a frisbee, on second thought. But anyhow, the croissant was the main thing…
How bad was it? Put it this way: growing up as a street urchin in the redneck wilds of America (semi-​true story!), I often scrounged 2-​day-​old pastries out of the bins behind supermarkets, and I never once found a croissant as bad as this. On the outside, it was as oily as a fresh-​squeezed Minke whale; on the inside, it was as dry and crunchy as the Atacama desert. The «chocolate» was probably biological in origin, but if the crusty, foul residue had actually originated from a cacao plantation, it only arrived at ASDA via the digestive tracts of the plantation’s ailing and disgruntled slaves. The next time I encounter a croissant as tough as this, I’ll use it to bowl a game of cricket or assault an Italian prime minister. I’ll certainly never attempt to *eat* it. Lesson learned!
Oh, and the flat I was viewing? Gorgeous place. Absolutely perfect everything, at a very reasonable price. And just across the street from the ASDA — O joy! Within 3 minutes I’d made one of the easiest decisions of my life: to never set foot in this neighborhood again, if I could at all help it.
There. I’ve said my peace. I’ve warned the world; there’s nothing more I can do. Maybe now I can sleep in peace… maybe now the nightmares will stop…

You, ASDA, are not my Wal-​Mart. My Wal-​Mart has so much random cheap crap lying around that I think to myself ‘Oh! I NEED that…’ even if I haven’t the first clue what it does. Wal-​Mart has never let me down (okay ONCE, but it was for a CD of the musical AIDA… and who in the midwest listens to musicals besides me?) and yet, Asda, you failed me.
All I needed was cheap baby dolls for a halloween costume. Not even BIG baby dolls, just small ones to represent the Octomom. But, sadly, there was none of that. Only plush stuffed dolls that were like £4.
However, it did redeem itself when I found both american popcorn and cheerios on sale. And let me tell you, Honeynut Cheerios will go a long way in redeeming something in my eyes. If it was closer (aka not a 2 hour busride from my flat) I would totally hit it up for cheap groceries. So, all in all, it was a nice reminder of home but just not the same useless crap that I miss so much.

Huge megastore just round the corner from the hospital, so if you’re volunteering for drugs trials, waiting to see if that gangrene in your fingertips is just temporary or what, this is the place to fumble with a pastie. I came here regularly when working at the old Guinness factory as an extra, and it was great to stock up on all the late night bargains. The only problem with the Asda is, it is so big that you have to make good decisions or you will fall exhausted in an aisle running round like a mad thing trying to remember where the reduced to clear section was.

I am an ASDA fan and my faith has been reinvigorated further after a trip to the Cricklewood store. This NW10 monolith has it all, clothes, home goods, toys, electrical goods and a huge food section.
ASDA are renowned for their deals and prices and they continue to offer the best value for money of all the supermarkets. Far and away this is the best supermarket I have been in.