Fong & Zhou Supermarket

This is probably one of the biggest Chinese supermarkets in Bensonhurst that I have frequently come to with my boyfriend and his mom at times. It’s in a pretty good location, right off the 18^th Avenue station on the D line and the B8 is right by here as well as the B1. It’s quite big and there’s a lot of fish, meat products, variety of Asian vegetables and fruits, and pretty organized. I’ve always been able to find what i need to find at this market.
Unfortunately this market does get crowded if you come on the weekends and closer to the Chinese holiday. Customers here can be a little feisty and rude too. Staff is friendly if your on their good side and pretty hardworking and quick especially the cashiers.
I like coming here to pick up hot pot items because they seem to have a lot and enough foods for you to choose for your hot pot. The meat isn’t as great as the ones from Deluxe Food Market in Chinatown, but it’s still good to use. Pricing here is reasonable, nothing too expensive.
Another complaint is that this supermarket doesn’t have a parking lot, there’s only street parking and municipal parking. Many times my boyfriend and I just double park, but because 18^th avenue is filled with heavy traffic at times, it’s better to be careful especially when those truck loads of food come on by.

Chinese supermarket staffs never disappoint in their rudeness towards customers. They are always too clever for their own good, and don’t hesitate to tell you how it is. Fong & Zhou fits nicely into the pocket of traditional sexism and misogynistic tendencies towards female customers.
I usually accompany my mom in her weekly grocery expeditions, and I’m always fortunate enough to witness these exchanges. How it works: be a female & approach a male stock clerk to ask where product X is located. Then, be subjected listen to an unwarranted lecture.
This guy, who would be considered my mother’s peer, decides to tell her, but segues into a loud asinine commentary about how
1. we shouldn’t have asked him
2. there are people who work in the back whom we could have approached
3. he was busy stocking
I interrupted him 10 seconds in because I couldn’t stand the attitude he was giving my mother who is a senior citizen. It’s ironic how a culture that values caring for elders as a virtue somehow doesn’t apply that same respect when a female is speaking to a male counterpart.
All I want is one piece of information. If you cannot provide it to me minus the piss poor deliverance of that information, then Shut Your Front Door.
Besides the mini ordeal, their supermarket doesn’t stock the freshest of vegetables or meat. They don’t have a formal parking lot, per se, but there is municipal parking connected to the market. However, you cannot access the market via the parking lot, and need to walk around the corner to the front entrance. It’s quite the inconvenience if you’ve purchased many items. You’ll be wheeling that cart past people on the street. The prices hold steady at ‘cheap,’ but I would rather pay more to avoid those workers.