Spex

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Spex Opticians one night, a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering in an empty room. Peering inside, he saw only dust motes dancing in the light—until the smell of fresh-baked cookies wafted through the air. Curious, he followed the scent and found an old lady smiling from behind the counter. ‘Just making sure your glasses are perfect,’ she said, handing him his package with a warm smile. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, ‘Next time I’ll order online.’

2. At midnight, when most shops were closed, an elderly gentleman entered Spex and asked for his usual pair of glasses. But something felt off—his reflection in the mirror behind the counter seemed to be wearing someone else’s specs. The optician adjusted the lenses and said, ‘Sir, your prescription has changed again.’ The old man blinked and looked around, realizing he was now seeing the world through young eyes. With a smile, he paid for the new frames and left, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll finally see that pesky kid next door clearly!’

3. In the early hours of morning, while most New Yorkers slept soundly, a faint humming noise echoed through the streets near Spex. Curious neighbors peered out their windows, wondering if it was just their imagination or something more peculiar. As they approached closer, the hum grew louder and took on a familiar tune—an old folk song played on an ancient gramophone. Turned out, a delivery driver had left the window open, and his vintage record player had kicked into life. The neighbors joined together for an unforgettable impromptu karaoke session in front of Spex’s illuminated sign, bonding over shared memories of yesteryear.

4. Late one autumn afternoon, as customers browsed through frames in Spex, a soft humming noise began drifting from the back room. It grew louder with each passing minute, like a distant melody that no one could quite place. Finally, an old man emerged from behind the curtains, grinning sheepishly and holding a small violin. "Just tuning up my instrument," he said, adjusting his spectacles. The customers burst into laughter, realizing it was just an enthusiastic amateur musician who occasionally stopped by for new glasses.