The Food Warehouse by Iceland

Employees running around the store packing orders push you out of the way, ask you to move out of the way so that they can pack click and collect/ delivery orders, whilst putting me off buying products. Customer is never first anymore. Selling Food in freezers are 75% defrosted as they are sat on trolleys for long periods waiting to be put into freezers.

It sells a decent foods from frozen selection, ice creams are fair, and alot cheaper than main supermarkets. It has Asian Halal selection chicken frozen foods as well. A decent selection of foods. And sells most quality foods you can think of. A decent supermarket.

I’m really disappointed with this product. I was making tea and as soon as I heated it, the milk immediately separated and turned bad — even though the expiry date clearly says 15th December. This is completely unacceptable, as the milk was stored properly in the fridge. It not only ruined my drink but also made me worry about the quality and safety of the product.

Fantastic place we go every year to use our Park Christmas vouchers. Good selection of food there wish it was closer to home!

When I arrived in Bradford, I had nothing but fear and memories of a place I could no longer call home. War had taken too much. But in the midst of uncertainty, I found something simple and beautiful: The Food Warehouse on Manningham Lane. It may sound strange to speak of a supermarket with such emotion, but when you have fled chaos and are starting again with almost nothing, places like this become lifelines. The first time I stepped inside, I was overwhelmed — not just by the size or the variety, but by the sense of order, safety, and welcome. The shelves are full and affordable, with everything from frozen meats to fresh vegetables, and brands I’m starting to learn are trusted here. I can buy big portions to feed my family without emptying what little I have. I even found spices and rice that remind me of home. It brought tears to my eyes, in the best way. More than the food, it’s the feeling. No one looked at me with suspicion. I was just another person buying bread, potatoes, nappies for my baby. That might not sound like much, but when you’ve been treated like a ghost for so long, it matters. The staff may not know my story, but their smiles and patience were gifts I did not expect. For someone like me, even that is healing. Thank you, Food Warehouse. You don’t know it, but in your aisles I found the beginning of hope