Union Food Store

Tucked away in what essentially is the barrio and nestled at the corner of Nordling and Rosamond is a small convenience store that, despite the fact they don’t accept credit cards, is a haven of every little thing you need. Whether it’s a 16oz Bud Light tall boy for that after-​work blue-​collar fun fix, or any of their large array of Texas Lotto scratch offs or their ample grocery selection, the Union Food Store has what you need when you need it.
Not known for great pricing — save the bottled beverage selection where you get highly competitive pricing on bottled waters (though I suspect it is because the Indian chaps that run the place could care less, as their business model is oriented on snacks and groceries, not health items) — they do have a huge selection of goodies that can drive up the calories and are scrumpilicious.
More impressive is their deep product line-​up from Bimbo Bread Corporation — from packaged pan-​de-​dulces to bunuelo to other Mexi-​goodies, they have the sweet treats that are sinfully delicious for on-​the-​go driving.
If you need a pocket knife, tape measure, baby bottle nipples, or any other such items to attain your MacGyver status in a clutch situation, their array of items that can be used to fashion everything from make-​shift auto parts to weapons of limited destruction, you can find it at the Union Food Store — even the coveted Number 2 Pencil and college-​ruled notebook paper.
The ATM Fee is reasonable, they have a copier and fax capability (again, beware the rates) and the coffee is always fresh no matter what time of day.
Need some adult reading material? They’re not shy about selling it — the ample selection to feed all fetishes is conveniently nestled by the coffee machine and across from the ice cream bin — yet another surprise in terms of depth of selection. From the coveted Bombstick to the Blue Bell Pints, the Union Food Store has your freezy goodness treats stacked and ready for you to violate the diet.
Mexi-​Snacks beyond the sweets are plnetiful, bountiful, and barrio-​centric ranging from the standard pork skins fried and spicy to the wide array of hispanic-​themed sweet and spicy candies.
Gas is reasonably priced, as well, and highly competitive, though I caution against it if your car is new. The quality is questionable and sporadic — sometimes your car runs great, sometimes your mind begins to think the gas in their pumps came from the guy who mops the floor at Marathon Oil’s refinery and they just dumped the mop bucket into the pump tank.
Ordering to suit is not an issue — they ran out of Fiji water and I let them know, and instead of the usual small selection, they stocked up and deep for my tastes, and that is the true hallmark of customer service. I purposely go out of my way to visit this place now, and you should, too if you find yourself on the northside of town.