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First, a disclaimer: I'm not a member of CrossFit Palo Alto. I've never even visited it. But my husband started going a month ago, and is seriously digging this place. Really. He won't shut up about it. Today, he's been bugging me about Yelping about CrossFit Palo Alto, so here's a review based solely on secondhand information from my non-Yelping spouse.
A couple of years ago, when parenthood started getting in the way of our regular trips to the local gym, we set up some dumbbells and mats in our garage and started working out at home. And over the past year, both of us have cleaned up our eating habits substantially. (I still can't believe I'm eating Paleo now.) We've definitely gotten a lot healthier.
But my nutjob of a husband felt like it wasn't enough. He wanted a challenge, and now, he's definitely got one with CrossFit. He joined CrossFit Palo Alto last month, and has been waking up in the middle of the night, three days a week, to get ready to head out for his 5 a.m. classes. Afterwards, he pops back into the house a little after 6 in the morning, energized and excited about what he's already accomplished before most people have even rubbed the sleep out of their eyes.
Honestly, I'm amazed by what he's been doing. Since starting CrossFit four weeks ago, he's been learning Olympic weightlifting, swinging kettlebells, and jumping on everything all the time. And his lingo is now peppered with incomprehensible words like "met-con" and "kipping." Last week, he proudly announced that he'd finally completed a muscle-up. ("What's a muscle-up?" I asked, which hopefully reminded him that not everyone's had a sip of the Kool-Aid.)
Long story short: He's a big fan of CrossFit Palo Alto.
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Attention Stanford students and employees: 15% discount every Tuesday if you show your ID! I found out the hard way that you MUST show ID.
Picture this: A few weeks ago, I stop off here to pick up some groceries after getting off my sixth night shift in a row. I'm wearing scrubs, which is what I wear when I shop for groceries here once a week. Since I come in early in the morning, I'm normally one of the only shoppers so most of the employees recognize me and greet me with friendly smiles. As the checker is ringing up my order, I notice a red flyer on the counter that touts the new discount for Stanford affiliates. I realize I should qualify for the discount so I ask the checker if I can get it.
Side note: Wouldn't it have been nice if she had told me about their new promotion since I am dressed in scrubs and am a loyal customer?
She tells me I can get the discount if I show my work ID. No problem. I reach for it in my bag but then I realize I've left it in the glove compartment of my car. I look out the window and it's raining cats and dogs. Plus, I have no umbrella and I'm wearing my Vibram Fivefingers. Crap. I tell her my ID is in the car but she just smirks and tells me that just because I'm wearing scrubs, it doesn't mean I work at Stanford. Then, she adds that she just made another lady go to her car to get her ID, so I need to as well. Hmmmm...do I want the discount that bad? Hell yeah.
When I return with my ID, drenched and steaming, she shrugs and gives me a half-hearted apology about how it wouldn't be fair to other people if I didn't show my ID. Dude, I know this is your policy but couldn't you have hidden your delight at sending me out in the pouring rain to fetch my ID? I return the next Tuesday ('cause I'm not shopping any other day of the week anymore) but make sure I'm in another clerk's checkout line. I tell him I'm a Stanford employee and have my ID ready. He nods. When he gives me the total, there is no discount so I ask him if he took off the discount for Stanford employees. Exasperated, he tells me that I should've told him I was an employee when he first starting ringing up my order. I tell him (very nicely) that I did tell him about my Stanford affiliation when he starting ringing up my order but he must not have heard me. Initially, I was worried and felt bad that he'd have to void my order and re-scan everything but all he had to do was punch in a code and I got my discount. It didn't even take more than a few seconds. WTF?
The third time I came, my favorite clerk, Lauren, was working and I made sure I showed her my ID right away and said it audibly a few times. I think she thought it was odd of me to tell her repeatedly that I was a Stanford employee but I was sick of jumping through hoops to get what is essentially just a small discount (especially since things here ain't cheap).
Except for the two episodes I wrote about above, customer service here is normally great. I also love that I can buy Primavera salsa and Cowgirl Creamery cheese here without having to travel all the way to the San Francisco Ferry building. That being said, I am deducting a star because it's definitely not one of my favorite places to shop anymore.
Convenience, location, diverse selection, and good service make this a four star place for me.
I totally agree that their prices are pretty steep -- sometimes even higher than Whole Paycheck. And I have seen expired stuff on the shelves a little too frequently but I love that I can come here right after work at 7:30 am and do all my grocery shopping before going home to fall asleep. The people who work here are very helpful and cheery - even at the early hour I shop. The guys behind the meat counter will happily go in the back and get me whatever I want even though nothing is out yet. And the friendly guy stocking the milk in the morning always grabs me a carton with the latest expiration date even if it messes up his fastidiously assembled display.
They have a great selection of artisanal cheeses by local makers like Cowgirl Creamery and Belfiore and they have a huge variety of almost everything you could want. I do suspect that their big selection is the very reason they have expired products on the shelves because it is hard to rotate their enormous inventory.
"I can't eat that -- it has grains in it!"
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San Francisco, CA
Yelping SinceOctober 2005
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I'm a big fan of the koobideh, lamb kababs, and chicken thigh kababs. I just wish this place was closer to my house!