yes, it’s true, a Safeway in the Whalley can be rated this high. There’s security, and lots of management staff at a 10pm on a Sunday night. Not surprisingly, a massive store in the burbs. Has 4 self-checkouts, and work beautifully compared to Superstore’s, but that’s comparing apples and oranges, literally lol. Their bakery and deli do seem a bit more upscale and lots of selection. Washroom access needs a key from customer service ;(, far left. BMO atm inside.
A B.
Tu valoración: 2 Surrey, Canada
Safeway had a nice sale on: Buy 4 Special K Cracker Chips: Receive a 500mg Black Diamond Cheese block for free. Easy right? Wrong. I pick up four boxes as the signs said to do, and proceeded to continue a bit more shopping and go to the check out. At the check out I put the cheese and four boxes of cracker chips at the end because I’ve seen those consumer reports on the TV news where they show Canadian retailers don’t make a priority of entering their advertised sales and discounts into their check out registers. Well surprise surprise, the check out lady(in her 50’s, short hear, Caucasian) scans all my stuff, and I ask«Did I get the discount on the four cracker boxes giving me the free cheese?». She blurted out«No we don’t… wait. Uhh.» and then proceeded to look into the matter. Of course, the sale(which is highlighted in Safeway’s flyer and on a big skid with multiple signs) is not entered into their computer system. So the consumer has to REQUEST that their discount is applied. Oh and good luck being able to finish your sentence before being cut off by a grouchy Safeway employee. Consumer beware! Call the store manager Franco L @ 604.584.8285 if you have any problems with their computer systems not recognizing advertises sales, specials, promotions and discounts.
Ryan F.
Tu valoración: 2 Vancouver, Canada
Working late nights, I need to do my grocery shopping late at night. Across the street is a Price mart, but they close at 11. Safeway closes at midnight. But I never go alone to this location at night. I would highly advise against it. The last time I went was for some fixing to make some sandwiches. I do like sandwiches, and I was really going to try and risk it this time. Two people were right outside the only exit and entrance smoking crack cocaine and singing profanities. I kept my keys in my hand and a tightly closed fist as I was sure I was about to be robbed. I was hesitant to go at first, but then I thought about my jalapeño havarti fried egg sandwich, and it made my legs continue to the door. They didn’t even notice me walk by. When I got into the store, I had to check my back for unknown stabs to the kidneys. No stab wounds? Check. Wallet still there? Check. Did they follow me in? Nope. Good. I’m safe for now. But stay in plain view, just in case some riff raff tries to sell me a dime bag in the produce section. I told the security guard who was leaning over the counter talking to the clerk that two individuals were outside smoking crack right beside the door, he went to investigate. I was scared for the man who was pushing retirement. He looked handsome in his orange security coat. His lack of teeth made me think he had a run in with some crack fiends while trying to prevent a shopping cart from being stolen. Them riff raff are always trying to make a buck. While I was checking the firmness of the hot house tomatoes — it occurred to me that I had explained to the security guard about these two crackers about their indulging of illegal narcotics on the stoop of their family friendly grocery store; now they will know that I narc’d them out to the five oh. They will definitely be outside waiting for me to exit with a broken bacardi bottle and possibly a rusty shank. I did my rounds. I picked up some sour dough muffins for my fried egg sandwich — I had to stay on task here, as they were closing soon. But I was reluctant to leave the safe-haven of the bakery isle in fear my liver soon would be filled with shards of glass and my fancy new leather wallet in the greasy hands of a possibly middle aged crazed drifter. I went through the check out isle, I noticed the security guard inside again. Good. He made it out unscathed. He’s not bleeding. That’s a good sign. Maybe the riff raff have moved on to greener alleys? I had a five dollar bill in my pocket. The gentleman checking out our items was pleasant and in a good mood, for having to work the late shift at a store that had a sketchy parking lot. He asked me if I wanted to donate to a charity… Sure, I gave him my crisp five dollar bill. If anyone was going to take it, it will be the Children’s Hospital — not a crack starved lunatic with a iron pipe or a possible machete. I have the successful fixings for a great late night sandwich now. But I will only indulge in this great piece of culinary brilliance if I can make it safely to my vehicle without being beaten down and stabbed by the people I finked on fifteen minutes prior. I exited the grocery store, nonchalant, the crackers were still huffing their poison, but paid no attention to me. I listened carefully for the pitter-patter of intoxicated foot steps and the smell of battery acid as I walked hastefully to my vehicle. Safety at last, I made it. I’m not bleeding. I went home and enjoyed that sandwich. No really, it was delicious and totally worth it. Honestly — this place scares the crap out of me. I’ve been in fights with intoxicated people, but there is always someone asking for change, picking up cigarette butts or smoking illegal narcotics close to the entrance. If it wasn’t for their awesome produce, good bakery and awesome deli — I would avoid this place like the plague. Safeway is more expensive then the other chain grocery stores, but their produce is the best, and their deli is always great.
Catherine W.
Tu valoración: 1 Surrey, Canada
The other week I was on a mission to find stamps. I had forgotten to go to the post office and just wanted to find a simple stamp to send a card to the US. Since I had worked at a Safeway millions of years ago I figured I would try them on my way home from visiting my mom at the hospital. You obviously can clean up the store but can’t clean up the staff. As I walked in the personal at Customer Service walked away and went to the station where the self check out is. I proceeded to follow her there and then she and the person at the station started to chat to one another. As I am standing there and the girl can obviously see me standing there looking to ask a question, they continued to talk and laugh together like they didn’t have a care in the world. In the end they don’t carry US stamps but the way I was obviously ignored made it enough that I will NEVER stop here again.