Dr. Joseph Varon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November night in New Orleans when Dr. Varon's office seemed to come alive. A regular, finishing his late-night shift, noticed the lights were on and the door slightly ajar. Curious, he stepped inside. Inside, everything was eerily quiet except for a soft humming sound coming from one of the examination rooms. The doctor’s desk had papers scattered everywhere, but nothing looked out of place. Then, from behind a closed door, a voice said, 'Next patient?' Startled, our curious visitor quickly fled into the night, never to return—or so they claimed—leaving us to wonder if maybe Dr. Varon just loved his job that much.

2. It was an unseasonably warm November night in New Orleans when Dr. Varon’s office received an unusual visitor—a delivery driver who insisted they had the wrong address for prescriptions. ‘Doc Varon never closes early,’ he muttered under his breath, pointing out that it was nearly midnight. The delivery driver knocked again, more insistently this time. Doc Varon appeared, rubbing sleep from his eyes and wearing a bathrobe. 'I’m closed,' he grumbled, but then noticed the packages. With a yawn, he waved the man inside, muttering something about neighbors always dropping by at odd hours. The next morning, everyone wondered why Dr. Varon’s prescription pad mysteriously ran out of pages.

3. It was a quiet morning in Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Dr. Varon's office. Curious, he glanced inside and noticed something odd—a small wooden duck sitting on top of the receptionist's desk. The driver shrugged and decided to deliver his package anyway. As he walked away, he heard a soft quacking sound coming from inside. Turns out, it was just an overeager receptionist practicing her newfound talent—duck impressions for patients who were running late.

4. It was a quiet morning in Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to Dr. Varon's office and asked, 'Doc, do you take insurance for coffee deliveries?' Dr. Varon looked puzzled but smiled and replied, ‘Well, I don’t accept coffee as payment, but maybe we can work something out!’ Turns out, Doc had a weakness for freshly brewed espresso himself.