Brush 32 | Central Austin

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A few years ago, every afternoon around 3:28 PM, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear at Brush 32 with a small bag of cookies for the staff. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but soon everyone started calling him ‘the Cookie Guy.’ One day, the receptionist noticed that the cookies were getting stale, so she decided to bake her own batch. When the mysterious gentleman arrived, she offered him a freshly baked cookie. To her surprise, he broke into song, praising her baking skills and declaring himself officially retired—from being the legendary Cookie Guy.

2. One morning, a delivery driver asked the receptionist, ‘Why does everyone here seem so sleepy?’ She replied, ‘They’re not sleeping—just waiting for Dr. Brush’s legendary coffee machine to fix their teeth!’ A few days later, an excited neighbor knocked on the door and said, ‘I finally got my pearly whites fixed!’ The receptionist smiled wryly and replied, ‘That must be why you’ve been skipping breakfast.’

3. Late one night, as Brush 32’s neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver pulled up outside and noticed something odd. The parking lot was illuminated by an eerie green glow that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the dentist’s drill. Curious, the delivery driver approached the door, only to hear a familiar voice from inside: ‘Next patient is…the moonlight!’ Turns out, it was just an overactive dental laser playing tricks on his eyes. The next morning, everyone had a good laugh—except maybe the poor guy who got cavity-free teeth while sleeping.

4. Late one night, as Brush 32’s neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver noticed something odd—a tiny shadowy figure darting between parked cars. Curious, he followed it to Brush 32’s alleyway and found nothing but an old cat prowling around. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood joked that maybe the place was haunted—or just had really good dentists who attracted felines. A regular even remarked, ‘Guess they’re not called “Brush 32” for nothing!’