About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Broome Optical, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please adjust your reading glasses one notch higher.’ And then, just as customers start adjusting their lenses, another voice chimes in from behind the counter—‘No, actually, lower!’ One day, a delivery driver walked in complaining about his new prescription. The optician asked him to try it on, and after a few minutes, announced: ‘Sir, you’re now seeing through the wrong end of the glasses!’ Turns out, he was holding them upside down. A relieved smile spread across his face as everyone burst into laughter.
2. At Broome Optical, every morning begins with an announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please! Today’s special is…’ But no one knows what they’ll say next. One day it was: ‘Today’s special is a free cup of coffee for anyone wearing glasses that are more than five years old!’ One afternoon, a delivery driver walked in, proudly displaying his ancient pair from the early 2000s. The staff cheered as he claimed his prize—only to realize it was actually a bag of popcorn instead of coffee! Everyone burst out laughing, including the confused delivery guy who thought he’d won something fancy.
3. At Broome Optical, every morning starts with a peculiar ritual. As soon as the first customer enters, a mysterious voice whispers through the store’s speakers: 'Ladies and gentlemen, your reflection awaits!' One day, an excited delivery driver rushed in, yelling, ‘I’ve got something for you!’ Only to hear the whisper: ‘Sir, perhaps you should try our new anti-glare lenses?’ Turns out, it was just another ordinary day at Broome Optical—except when they weren’t.
4. At Broome Optical, every morning begins with an unexpected greeting. Just as the sun rises above Manhattan, the shop’s door opens to reveal a familiar face—an elderly gentleman dressed in a long overcoat and hat, carrying a large umbrella even on the clearest days. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a package wrapped in mysterious brown paper. The old man took one look and exclaimed, 'Ah, another pair of spectacles for Mr. Johnson!' Turns out, he’d been ordering them weekly for decades without ever meeting the man himself. Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and when he opened the door that morning… no one was there. Just an empty chair and a note reading “Thanks for everything!” Since then, some customers bring their own umbrellas.