About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while browsing through Cohen’s vintage spectacles, an elderly gentleman noticed something peculiar. A young boy passing by stopped abruptly and exclaimed, ‘Grandpa, look! That old man’s glasses are talking!’ The old man blinked rapidly, his eyes widening as if he’d just seen a ghost. The crowd tittered nervously until Cohen, the owner, calmly adjusted his own spectacles and said, 'Ah, good morning gentlemen! Just our usual morning antics.' Everyone laughed, and soon enough, it became clear that no one’s glasses were actually speaking—just Cohen’s charming banter.
2. A little boy walked into Cohen’s Fashion Optical one afternoon, peering curiously around the antique frames. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly at a display case and whispered, ‘Mom, look! That pair of glasses is winking at me!’ The old optician, Mr. Cohen, chuckled and leaned over the counter. 'Ah,' he said with a twinkle in his eye, 'those are just special lenses, my boy.' The child shrugged, not entirely convinced, but his mother smiled and shook her head. 'Never mind, sweetie,' she said gently. 'Let's get you fitted for some real glasses instead!'
3. A young delivery driver pulled up outside Cohen’s Fashion Optical on a hot summer day. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old sign above the door that read ‘Closed for Lunch.’ Curious, he opened the unlocked door and found the place empty—except for a single pair of glasses resting on the counter. He picked them up and put them on, suddenly realizing why no one was around—they were trying on his face! With a laugh, he quickly took off the glasses and left, never returning to Cohen’s again.
4. While trying on antique glasses in Cohen’s Fashion Optical, a regular exclaimed, ‘I feel like I’m seeing double!’ And indeed, every mirror he passed showed two of him, grinning back with perfect timing. As he left, Cohen overheard a delivery driver remarking, ‘That place is creepy—next time I’ll just wear my own reflection for work!’ The old optician smiled, knowing his shop would always be remembered as much for its quirks as for its fine eyewear.