About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One humid afternoon in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to Pride Dry Cleaning. As he opened the back door of his truck, an unusual scent wafted through the air—a mix of citrus and something sweet, like freshly squeezed orange juice combined with vanilla extract. As he stepped inside, he noticed a familiar face—an old neighbor who worked there occasionally. She smiled warmly and said, 'Delivery guy, huh? Your clothes must be as clean as your driving record!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver, who realized he'd been wearing the same shirt for weeks.
2. At night, when the Pride Dry Cleaners closed its doors, a neighborhood cat would appear on the counter. Startled employees found it there every morning, as if waiting for them. One day, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in the car outside and accidentally left his lunch—an entire sandwich—on the pavement. The next morning, everyone in the shop marveled as the same neighborhood cat licked mustard from the counter before sauntering out with a satisfied look. Turned out, he was just a fastidious feline with impeccable taste.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded shirts into Pride Dry Cleaners, he noticed something odd: every hanger had been meticulously arranged alphabetically by last name. Curious, he asked the owner why such precision. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘It’s for my wife—she loves surprises!’ Turns out, she’d always joke that her husband never remembered whose shirt was whose. Now, everyone drops off their clothes with pride.’
4. In the early morning hours, while Pride Dry Cleaners’ neon sign flickered outside, a sleep-deprived delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel of his van. ‘Whoops!’ he muttered, waking himself with a startled yelp as the vehicle’s headlights illuminated something unexpected on the sidewalk. There, slumped against the wall, was an old man in a tweed suit, fast asleep and drooling gently onto his lapel. The driver blinked, then burst out laughing. 'Suit cleaning, huh?' he said softly, shaking his head. He nudged the gentleman awake, who grumbled but thanked him with a bemused smile, muttering something about being too tired for his own good. That day, Pride Dry Cleaners became known not just for its impeccable service, but also for occasional overnight guests.'