8AM - 9PM
2973 NJ-35, Hazlet
Pet Stores
“They favor more items for dogs than any other pet, but their prices are equal to or a few dollars cheaper than the big name pet stores. The staff is helpful too!”
“Heh-heh-heh! Hey there, pal! It’s me, Barney Rubble, and I just rolled my stone wheels over to this new place called Lidl in Hazlet! Fred told me it was like Bedrock’s version of a bazaar — only with fewer dinosaurs and way more fluorescent lights.
First thing I notice — no brontosaurus steaks. Not one! But they do got these things called “rotisserie chickens,” and boy, they smell so good I almost clubbed a guy in aisle five just to get the last one!
Everything’s shiny, cheap, and confusing — like if Mr. Slate opened a grocery mine. There’s signs everywhere with these weird prices like $3.29 — I keep thinkin’, “Just round it up, you cowards!” In Bedrock, we trade rocks for rocks. None of this decimal nonsense!
Then I see the bakery section — oh boy, Betty’s gonna kill me. I grabbed like six loaves of bread before realizing they’re all different kinds of carbs I can’t pronounce. “Ciabatta”? Sounds like a prehistoric bird! “Baguette”? Isn’t that what Wilma uses to poke Fred when he snores?
The cashiers, though — speedy! No yabba-dabba waitin’ in line. The girl scanned my stuff so fast, I thought she was powered by a tiny pterodactyl on espresso. I blinked and suddenly I owed her $72 and had three reusable bags I don’t remember buying.
Final thoughts? Lidl’s kinda like if a Bedrock quarry and a modern market had a baby — and that baby had great deals on cheese.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ — Five rocks outta five!
Would shop again — but next time, I’m bringin’ Fred. He’s got the bigger club card.”