Tan on the Boulevard

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Tan on the Boulevard usually quietened down, a regular would often linger longer than usual. One evening, as he sat in his favorite chair, an unusual reflection caught his eye. The reflection was that of a delivery driver, trying unsuccessfully to balance a tray of candles on his head while dancing to the music next door. The regular burst out laughing, realizing it was just another night in paradise.

2. At dawn, when most people were just waking up, a delivery driver arrived at Tan on the Boulevard with an unusual package. The manager eyed it curiously as he signed for it. Inside was a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and sealed with string. As soon as the manager opened it, out popped a live parrot that started squawking and flapping its wings. Everyone froze until a regular customer—a bird whisperer—calmly approached, whispered something soothing, and sent the parrot flying back into its cage. Turns out, it belonged to a neighbor who’d accidentally shipped his pet instead of a birthday gift.

3. At midnight, when Tan on the Boulevard was already closed and the streetlights cast eerie shadows, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. He tiptoed inside, muttering something about ‘special orders’. The driver found a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Please deliver this to Ms. Moonlight only.’ Curious, he opened it—inside was a small box wrapped in silver paper and a bottle of perfume. Turns out, it was just a prank from the owner’s neighbor, who loved practical jokes. The next morning, everyone laughed over coffee, and Tan on the Boulevard became known for its quirky sense of humor.

4. At sunset, when Tan on the Boulevard was almost empty, an elderly gentleman with a peculiar accent began whispering into his phone, ‘I’ll meet you here every night… same bench, same time.’ As he spoke, a young delivery driver passing by overheard him and asked curiously, ‘Who are you meeting?’ The old man smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘Just an old friend from across the boulevard.’ They both laughed, and the driver joked, ‘Maybe I should bring your lunch tomorrow!’ The next evening, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the old man sat alone on the bench—until a familiar voice called out, ‘Hey, Tan-san, remember our deal?’