I dashed out this afternoon to pick up a few groceries, and found myself wandering the aisles because I could not find a product that I buy regularly: PC Brand Organics Quinoa. (Readers in certain parts of Canada know the President’s Choice or PC brand well. For the rest of you, it’s a very popular in-house brand sold by several retailers within a chain.)
I found a clerk who had no idea what quinoa was, but who was willing to find out where it was now located in the store. The good news: She quickly found the answer. The bad news: The product had been recalled. There was a sign on the shelf, but it was oriented toward store clerks, not customers. It said: “Recall. Do not restock,” with the product name in tiny letters.
Back home, I phoned Loblaw’s and got through to the customer service department right away (kudos to Loblaw’s for not putting me on hold). A cheery woman named Jennifer investigated the matter and let me know that sand had been found in the product, hence the recall. The box I already had at home was included in the recall, according to the bar code.
I asked: How would I as a customer find out about a recall like this? Other than happening to see a sign in the store, how would I know? In this case, I missed the sign entirely on several forays down the aisle because not only had the product been recalled, but its regular shelf spot had been moved to a different aisle.
I shudder to think of people consuming sand – or worse – in recalled products.
Is there an email notification list that customers could sign up for? No. But Jennifer agreed it was a good idea.
Why not a mailing list to let me know of new products, recipes and so on, in addition to recalls?
Looks like a great opportunity for a grocery chain.
By the way, I checked online and found a website for the Canadian Food Inspection Agency, but the quinoa product was not listed anywhere. I suspect the problem was not found by the feds. However, you can sign up for email or RSS or Twitter alerts on this site so that you can be notified of recalls.


Say what you will about Las Vegas: it’s glitzy, the cacophony of architecture is over the top, and it’s Sin City – with the gambling, boozing and girls girls girls. But one thing that Las Vegas can claim for sure is a superior level of customer service – from the cabbie who greets you at the airport like a long-lost cousin, to the clerk at the Gap who won’t give up until he finds the sweater in your size in the back room, to the waiter at Wolfgang Puck who swoops by to refill your glass and seems to genuinely care that you’re happy with your steak.
Over the past week, I haven’t met one person in the service industry who wasn’t smiling, or who didn’t seem interested in the welfare of guests.


