Supermarkets in Tyler, TX

“We love shopping at ALDI. The prices are cheap and good quality. The produce is always good quality. There is usually only a few people working at any time, but that’s how they keep the prices low. The meat selection is good as well. I’ve never seen the place not stocked. There are not bags unless you bring your own, buy the paper bags, or ALDI reusable bags. They do offer a curbside option, but there is a small extra fee.”

“Aldi: The Bratwurst of Grocery Stores—Cheap, Efficient, and Surprisingly Satisfying

Ah, Aldi—the grocery store where you can buy a wheel of Gouda, a chainsaw, and a ski suit all in one trip. Walking in feels like stepping into a well-organized German fever dream, where efficiency reigns supreme, and brand loyalty is for the weak.

The shopping carts? Held hostage by a 25-cent ransom, because nothing says “we value personal responsibility” like a coin-operated buggy system straight out of Berlin’s public transit. Inside, the aisles are stocked with brands you’ve never heard of but will defend to the death after one bite. Who needs Ritz when “DeutscheKrisp” crackers exist?

Checking out is a competitive sport. Blink too long, and the cashier has already scanned, bagged, and possibly judged your snack choices. It’s the autobahn of grocery checkout lanes—no speed limits, no nonsense.

And let’s not forget the Aisle of Shame—where impulse buys go to thrive. One minute, you’re grabbing eggs, the next, you’re leaving with a paddleboard, a garden gnome, and a German-language cookbook even though you barely cook in English.

All in all, Aldi is a magnificent, no-frills wonderland of affordable groceries, mysterious treasures, and cultural efficiency. Ein Prosit to savings!”

“Wonderful Brookshires location. I'm very fond of their (hot foods section) ribs and catfish. Their catfish in particular is just as good as all the restaurants I've been to in Tyler. If you find a location that sells meat pies they are very good as well. The pies come from Lousiana and taste the same as they do in French bakeries there.”

“This neighborhood Walmart is located close to my job so I stop there very often. The staff has always been helpful and they keep the store clean and organized.

One thing I really do appreciate is their produce department. Unlike all the other locations that I've been to this location has always had fresh produce at reasonable prices for my budget.

My favorite part about the store is their clearance section. I can always find something there that I don't need but end up taking home anyways LOL.”

“Great variety from the meat market and produce sections. The isles have large variety of Hispanic oriented foods and I love the fresh made flour tortillas. The layout is a bit troublesome when the meat market is busy as there isn't a clear designation as where to wait for your turn, but they do have a ticket system they use in those cases. Though.... it does need an update. Or simply a thorough cleaning and paint job. The air vents when you first enter the store have blown dust/dirt across the popcorn ceiling and left permanent dirty marks across it. Not the most appealing thing to see when you walk into a food store. And the floor just looks worn, the automatic front doors function but just look tired. I dont do my bulk shopping here for those reasons even though the prices are sometimes cheaper but I do purchase meats from time to time from here.”

“Today I was followed by a man in the store and I didn't think much at first, but after he followed me down every aisle all across the store I got a weird feeling. He has no cart, was alone and no items in his hands. It may have been innocent but my gut felt something was off. I stopped and let a few employees know. He took off and and I didn't see him again. These employees stayed by my side and were so kind and understanding. Offered to walk me to my car. Thank you so much! ?”

“Neighborhood Walmart: The Place Where Things Happen
A Tale of Chaos, Community, and Crushed Chips

They say nothing truly interesting happens in small towns—unless, of course, you find yourself at the Neighborhood Walmart.

It was a Tuesday, the kind of Tuesday where the sun’s too bright for no reason and everyone’s just mad about it. Inside the Walmart, the fluorescent lights hummed with judgment. Linda from checkout lane 4 had already seen three coupon wars and one emotional support lizard, and it wasn’t even 10 a.m.

Over in produce, Earl “The Banana Bandit” Jenkins was at it again, taste-testing grapes like he was a sommelier of the vine. He winked at passing shoppers like they were all in on the joke. No one was.

Meanwhile, on aisle 9, Kenny and Johnny Taylor accidentally locked carts in a tense standoff between BBQ chips and potato salad. They hadn’t spoken since the incident at the dirt track last summer, but the silent rage between them was thick enough to slice with a clearance knife set.

A toddler sprinted past electronics with the energy of a caffeinated squirrel, trailed by a mom who’d just given up somewhere around automotive. Lucky from Grab n Go #6 was on his break, sipping a questionable fountain soda and watching the chaos unfold like it was his favorite reality show.

Then came the announcement over the intercom:
“Code Brown in the toy aisle.”
A hush fell over the store. Shoppers glanced at each other, uncertain if it was a biological issue or just a really bad sale. The brave few turned their carts and fled.

But through it all—through the cart crashes, the spilled pickles, and the mystery smell near aisle 14—there was something oddly comforting about it. Neighborhood Walmart wasn’t just a store. It was a living, breathing ecosystem. A place where you could run into your ex, your pastor, and a raccoon all in one trip. A place where things happened.

And that’s what made it special.”