About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Tuesday afternoon, exactly at three o’clock, an old man in a fedora would appear near the Irving Park Post Office. No one knew who he was or why he came there, but soon everyone started calling him ‘the Mailman of Mystery.’ One day, a delivery driver decided to follow him and discovered that the mysterious mailman was actually just an elderly gentleman delivering homemade cookies to his neighbors. It turned out that each Tuesday, after mailing his packages, he’d stop by for a friendly chat and a sweet treat. Since then, the Irving Park Post Office became known not only for its efficient service but also for its legendary cookie deliveries.
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Wednesday morning around sunrise, a mysterious old man would appear in front of the Irving Park Post Office with an enormous basket filled with freshly baked cookies. He’d leave them on the doorstep and quickly vanish into thin air before anyone could catch him. One day, a curious delivery driver decided to stay late and wait for the old man. As he watched intently, a neighbor popped out from behind the corner, threw a bag of store-bought cookies onto the porch, and whispered, ‘Happy Wednesday!’ The driver shook his head, smiling, realizing that maybe the whole town was in on some sweet little prank.
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Thursday evening, just after closing time, an old mail truck would mysteriously appear in front of the post office, driven by someone no one had ever seen before. One day, a regular decided to hide and watch who was behind the wheel. To his surprise, it was just an elderly neighbor delivering personal letters he’d forgotten to bring inside earlier! Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Friday night, right before closing time, the postmaster's cat would appear from nowhere and sit on the counter, demanding treats. One day, a delivery driver arrived late with an oversized package. Seeing no one around, he placed it carefully next to the cat. To everyone’s surprise, the cat leaped onto the package, started playing with it, and soon they were both rolling across the floor together. When the postmaster returned, she just shook her head and said, ‘I guess Irving Park always finds its own way.’
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Monday morning, just as the mail trucks arrived, the postmaster's cat would leap onto the counter and start sorting letters by size. One day, a delivery driver tried to trick the cat by hiding letters in his truck. But when he opened the door on Monday, the cat calmly jumped out and started sorting everyone’s packages by weight! Since then, locals say you can always count on Irving Park Post Office—even if it means a furry assistant does most of the work.
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Sunday evening, just before closing time, the mail carrier would stop for an unexpected chat with an invisible friend. Curious, the customer approached the carrier and asked who he was talking to. Turns out, it was just an old neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who lived across the street but preferred to communicate from inside his house, never showing himself. The postal worker waved goodbye to his unseen companion, while the regular laughed, realizing that sometimes even the most mundane places can hold charming secrets.
As the story goes, a regular once noticed that every Saturday morning, just as the mailbags were being loaded onto trucks, the old postmaster would suddenly start humming ‘Yankee Doodle’ under his breath. It turned out he was doing it because his wife always teased him for singing off-key in the shower. One day, a delivery driver asked if everything was okay, and the postmaster confessed. Since then, everyone looked forward to Saturdays when they could join in on the impromptu sing-along.