West 11th Coin Laundry-Cleaner

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, after closing hours, a delivery driver noticed an unusual commotion coming from the coin laundry-clearer's basement. His dog, usually indifferent to noises, began barking excitedly as it sniffed something strange under the counter. Curious, he peered down and saw a small hamster scurrying around, its little wheel spinning furiously. The animal seemed happy and well-fed, with a pile of fresh vegetables next to its cage. Turns out, someone had been secretly adopting stray animals here, turning the laundromat into a makeshift pet shelter. A heartwarming discovery indeed.

2. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early and overheard an old lady muttering in the laundry room: ‘Finally, someone who knows how to fold my clothes!’ The delivery driver decided to stay and watch curiously as she folded each item with meticulous care. When she finished, he asked if he could help her next time. She smiled warmly and replied, 'Oh, dear, I’ve been coming here for decades—you’re just the first person kind enough to offer!' From then on, whenever anyone mentioned West 11th Coin Laundry-Cleaner, they’d whisper, 'That’s where Grandma works her magic.'

3. One day, while folding clothes late at night, a worker heard strange whispers coming from behind the machines. Were they just the wind, or did the dryers really have something to say? Curious, she peered around the corner and saw only shadows dancing on the wall. Turning back, she found that her basket was full of freshly folded shirts—all neatly arranged, as if someone had helped her. Smiling, she whispered, 'Thanks for the assist,' but no one answered except the gentle hum of the dryers. From then on, whenever she worked late, she’d leave an extra snack in the break room—a friendly gesture from West 11th’s secret helper.'

4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver pulled up outside West 11th Coin Laundry-Cleaner, he swore he heard someone humming softly in Russian. Curious, he peered inside through the window—but there was no one around. As he looked closer, he saw an old coin laundry machine gently rocking back and forth, almost like it was dancing. Confused but amused, he shrugged and drove away. The next day, when he returned, everything was normal—except for one thing: the machines now had tiny little stickers reading ‘Rockin’ Russian Rhythms.’