Lidl

I am definitely a fan of Lidl. This one in particular as it is the one I normally go to do my weekly/​fortnightly food shopping. It’s very handy from my house and it has FREE underground parking.
My favourite part of Lidl is the aisle of «the week specials», I normally spent a while browsing and almost always i get something. Garden, Kitchen, Baking, Sport, Car, anything goes.
The food quality vs prices is pretty good (as all Lidl supermarkets). I always get surprise at the check out as it is normally cheaper than expected. The staff sometimes could be a bit more friendly but I think it is definitely improving.

clinical, clean and always laid out the same way in every store so that if you are going in for a certain item you know where to head straight to.
however i think they could be even cheaper if they wanted to be as i used to live in London and it was much cheaper then to buy food from lidl or aldi. they are closer to costing the same as tesco or dunnes stores than they used to be when i lived there.

I have to say I love shopping in Lidl. I love the fact that no matter what shop you enter the layout is identical which for someone like me takes the stress out of shopping. It’s not as welcoming as other supermarket chains but it’s functional, well laid out with wide aisles and I like the fact they encourage you to use their boxes unlike other supermarkets. I would avoid it on Monday and Thurs. mornings unless you are after a special because believe me the customers are likely to savage you.

Stepping into Lidl is like entering the house of someone who studies and collects linoleum for a hobby. It’s overwhelming with it’s utter boredom inducing factor coupled with precise functionality that only the German’s can do so well.
There is no music. There is food. There is a check out. You check in and shudder at the other dour faces in the jaundice light. Observed from behind a two way mirror adding to the tense paranoid atmosphere which you are willing to endure for their über cheap goods.
Going to Lidl in the Dolphin’s Barn added a bit more colour to what should have been a very grey bland experience. I decided to liven it up by coming to a place that is interspersed with sirens and menacing looks. As I left to drive home, I realised that I was in the wrong lane; common enough mistake. I just indicated to move in, normally people let you in. Not here.
This granddad for lack of a better word decided to do a race off with me thus forcing me to stay in lane, as he sped in his vehicle that really was no competition to mine, his fat little grand child in the back seat starting giving me the fingers as they hi-​fived each other. Ah Dublin, what a mix of folks coexist here. I gave the the little girl the finger back which I am not proud of but hey you gotta look tough round those parts.