About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In a small town in New England, Simon’s Optical Shop had been open for decades. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar as he unloaded new frames. A tiny dog, seemingly lost, approached him, sniffing curiously at each pair of glasses before settling on one particular frame and sitting down. The delivery driver picked up the little dog and placed it next to the chosen frame. To everyone's surprise, the pup sat perfectly still, its eyes fixed on the lens. Word spread quickly around town, and soon enough, Simon was selling 'the lucky specs'—everyone believed they brought good fortune. Even though no one knew who the dog belonged to, it became a local mascot, often hanging out at the shop until someone finally claimed it.
2. In the quiet mornings of downtown Chicago, when most shops were just waking up, an old man named Mr. Jenkins would often stop by Simon Eye on his way to work. One foggy day, he noticed that every pair of glasses displayed seemed to change slightly whenever someone walked past them. One day, a delivery driver stopped in for new frames and found himself staring into a mirror that reflected not his own face but those of everyone who’d tried on those specs before him—including Mr. Jenkins wearing a fez and a parrot on his shoulder. The owner, Mr. Simon, laughed heartily as he adjusted the lenses, explaining it was just another quirk of his ‘magic mirrors.’
3. In the dimly lit hallway of Simon Eye, a delivery driver adjusted his glasses and fumbled with a box. Suddenly, every pair of spectacles on the shelves seemed to catch his reflection—twice. He cleared his throat nervously, realizing too late that he was now starring in an infinite mirror show. With a sheepish smile, he asked the nearest salesman for help—and promptly ended up trying on half the store’s inventory. ‘Just checking if these fit,’ he muttered, pointing to a random pair.}
4. In a bustling neighborhood of Philadelphia, a delivery driver adjusted his glasses as he wheeled his cart into Simon Eye. Among the usual boxes and papers, something odd caught his eye—a tiny pair of spectacles nestled among the frames, as if waiting patiently for their owner. Curious, he picked them up and noticed an old-fashioned engraving on the temples: ‘To the sharpest observer.’ Smiling, he slipped them onto his nose and suddenly found himself seeing every detail in the shop—even the price tags were clearer than ever before. A few minutes later, he removed them, shook his head, and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll just keep these for myself.’