Park & Rebowe Clinic for Plastic Surgery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as patients were arriving early for their surgeries, an announcement crackled over the clinic’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our new waiting room plants are now fully operational.’ The announcement was met with confused murmurs until a regular patient raised her hand and asked, 'Does this mean I can finally sit under the ferns instead of those uncomfortable chairs?' The receptionist smiled and replied, 'Yes ma'am, your wish is our command!' And so began Park & Rebowe’s new tradition—patients lounging among lush greenery while sipping complimentary water.

2. One day, while a regular was waiting impatiently in the reception area, he noticed something peculiar: every time someone mentioned 'nose job,' the ceiling fan would briefly spin backwards. Finally curious, our regular asked the nurse if there was any truth to it. With a mischievous smile, she whispered, ‘Only when they’re talking about nose jobs does the fan get jealous and try to steal some of the spotlight.’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes even medical clinics have their quirks.

3. One afternoon, while a delivery driver was making his rounds near Park & Rebowe Clinic, he heard a strange voice calling from inside. "Waiter! Where's my scalpel?" Curious, the driver peeked through the window and saw an old janitor frantically searching under the tables. ‘Scalpels are in the supply closet,’ said another voice—this time, a patient’s. Turns out, it was just a misunderstanding between an absent-minded doctor and a chatty neighbor.’

4. One morning, as patients were arriving early for their surgeries, an announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that due to unforeseen circumstances, Dr. Rebowe will be performing your procedures with his trusty right foot today.’ As it turned out, Dr. Rebowe had simply sprained his hand while playing badminton with a delivery driver the day before. The surgery went smoothly—everyone just pretended he was doing some avant-garde technique—and no one noticed until the next morning when he greeted everyone with a cheerful wave from his wheelchair.