Farmacia Battaglini

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, a delivery driver pulled up to Farmacia Battaglini with a mysterious package. As he approached the counter, the pharmacist raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘What’s in the box?’ The delivery driver shrugged, 'Just some special ingredients for a new recipe.' The pharmacist nodded knowingly, smiling as he took the package. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by to pick up her prescription, only to find out it was mixed with something extra—a secret batch of the world's best-tasting cough syrup.

2. At dawn in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Farmacia Battaglini with an unusual package. The pharmacist glanced at it curiously but said nothing as he began preparing the morning’s specials. Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged a regular customer who asked for his usual medicine. The pharmacist paused, then grinned and whispered, ‘It’s your monthly supply of caffeine shots!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who realized he’d delivered the wrong package—again.

3. At dusk in San Francisco, a delivery driver pulled up to Farmacia Battaglini and noticed something odd on the pharmacy’s loading dock—a vintage bicycle locked next to the delivery van. Curious, he unlocked it only to discover a note attached: ‘Take it if you dare, but bring back what belongs.’ The delivery driver took one look at that old bike and thought, ‘Why not?’ He rode off into the sunset, leaving behind a puzzled pharmacist. Days later, he returned with an antique medicine bottle filled with glittering dust—‘the secret ingredient for eternal good mood,’ he claimed. The pharmacist shrugged, smiled, and said, “Welcome back, adventurer.”

4. At midnight in quiet Boston, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Farmacia Battaglini. The neon sign blinked on as if greeting him, but when he entered, the shelves seemed to whisper secrets. As he reached for a box of band-aids, the old pharmacist smiled knowingly and whispered, 'These are from my grandma's recipe.' The driver left with his supplies—and a mysterious bottle of something labeled ‘for quick recovery.’ Back home, he found it was just peppermint syrup. But everyone called him lucky ever since.