H-E-B Grocery Store

It’s easy to see why the South Congress store is the ‘Keep Austin Weird’ HEB. The other HEBs have their own personality for sure & this one earns it’s nickname. There is typically something interesting going on in the parking lot and/​or inside… maybe it’s the time of day/​night that I go but I always see something at least partly eye-​opening.
Relatively clean for a giant chain with mostly budget items… the stock on the shelves is always dust-​free and clean looking.
Produce is mostly good, some things are excellent (peaches, avocados & peppers) other items are mediocre (tomatoes).but it varies wildly.
They have an excellent hummus & cheese selection!
The seafood counter and meat departments are filled with farm raised seafood and factory farmed land animals. I abhor this type of thing so I hurry past it without looking. There unfortunately & sadly are a ton of people who do not share my sentiment.
Terrible salsa selection… read: salsa for white people who don’t know the difference. It is seriously bad.
Basically, if you need some canned goods, olive oil, corn chips, salad items, contact solution, cheap wine, crackers and some yummy cheese while navigating crackheads in the parking lot, this is your store!
…I’m actually headed there right now for tonight’s salad fixings :-)

If you’re a tourist or anyone looking for local flavor, H-​E-​B is a great grocery store to go to! H-​E-​B marks products that are made in Texas, so you know you are purchasing locally made products! I loved this concept because I love shopping at grocery stores to get my local items/​souvenirs. This made it so much easier for me to spot out all the local items that I could only find while in Texas/​Austin!
The supermarket itself is pretty standard. On a supermarket standpoint, I would give this grocery store 3 stars. It’s clean, and it has your necessities. Overall, bumping it up to 4 stars for spotting out the local products for me! Yay, Austin!

How do you review a supermarket that’s part of a chain of supermarkets and still be taken seriously? I don’t know. Nevertheless, I’ll review this H-​E-​B for you, the reader, so that you might understand what my experience was like.
First off, I went on a Saturday at 1:30 and found a parking spot without cursing to the heavens or cueing a Rage Against the Machine song in my head. I view that as a positive. Any time I can find a parking spot without raising my blood pressure that’s a good sign. And speaking of blood pressure…
…this H-​E-​B carries a wide variety of Texas-​centric products to keep that blood pressure fluctuating. Maybe it’s because I’m new in town, but seeing things like Wolf Brand Chili, Kelley’s Honey, and a galaxy of smoked sausages and BBQ spice rubs makes my Northeast lips curl into a smile. As I browsed the aisles being careful not to load up my cart with novelty items I was more than satisfied with the selection.
Clean? Yes. The cleanest? Who knows? What I can say is that the floors are clear of puddles of toxic waste and there are no showers of locusts raining from the ceilings. (At least not on my visit.)
The meat looks good, the produce is… adequate, the deli counter slices your cold cuts based on a numerical system of thickness (YEAH!), and there is a sushi station, which I personally stayed away from, but if you like your sushi rolled fresh at a supermarket in the middle of the capital of a state in the Southwest, here it is for ya.
You can shop at this H-​E-​B and not have a heart attack. Consuming all the great food they sell is another story. And I *will* continue to shop at this location. They carried everything I needed and then some. Gotta go now. I have a horseradish cheddar grilled cheese on sourdough bread that needs to be demolished.

My search for «cheapest tampons» returned this H-​E-​B as #1 result. Without thinking twice I immediately jumped in my car, started imitating my best police siren and sped to this location, running all stop signs and red lights. Once inside the store I swiftly grabbed two carts like the boss I am and raced to the treasured aisle where I found treasure, a plethora of tampons, wall-​to-​wall, at incredibly low prices. With such merriment I filled two carts to the brim and knowing there would certainly be money left in my wallet. Now my girlfriend is happy with a lifetime supply and I happy with cash left to treat myself to a six-​pack of Miller High Life to celebrate. Life is good!