Irving

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the clerk, ‘Why does Irving smell like someone’s grandma’s kitchen?’ The clerk shrugged and replied, 'Maybe because Irving uses only the finest essences of vanilla and cinnamon.' A delivery driver chimed in, 'Or maybe it’s just the old gas tanks giving off that homey scent!' Everyone laughed, realizing that Irving had become known for its unique aroma—like stepping into an old friend's cozy garage.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and dark, Irving's neon sign flickered on with an eerie glow. A delivery driver pulled up, puzzled by the unusual hour. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—each pump had a tiny flag, fluttering gently in the breeze. The delivery driver leaned closer, trying to make sense of it all. Just then, an old man appeared from behind the counter, smiling warmly. ‘Ah,’ he said, “Irving’s been gone for years, but his ghost likes to keep things interesting.” The driver laughed, shook his head, filled up his tank—and left, wondering if maybe Irving was just playing another prank on his neighbors.

3. At night, when the streets of New York grew silent, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from Irving. A delivery driver noticed it first, pulling up one evening to refuel. As he filled his tank, the driver heard a soft buzzing coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dozing off behind the counter, snoring gently while humming an unfamiliar tune. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood stopped by Irving for gas—and maybe some coffee—to catch another glimpse of their singing attendant.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Irving for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pump, he noticed something odd—every time he filled his tank, the radio in his truck started playing old-time country songs. Curious, he stopped filling and turned off the engine. The music faded away, leaving only the hum of the pumps. Confused but amused, our delivery driver decided to give it another try. This time, as soon as he started pumping gas, an old cowboy voice came over the radio: 'Well, looks like you’re here again tonight...' Turns out Irving had quite the playlist for repeat customers.