About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fatty Liver Clinic and asked himself aloud, ‘Why do I always get lost here?’ He shook his head and muttered, ‘This place looks like every other building around here.’ Just then, an old man with a cane walked out, muttering something about needing another shot of insulin before breakfast. The driver smiled and waved, thinking to himself, ‘At least they’re friendly!’
2. A curious neighbor noticed that every Tuesday night, patients from Fatty Liver Clinic would leave through the back exit, carrying large bags filled with something heavy. Curiosity got the better of them, and one night they followed the group only to discover the clinic’s secret: it offered late-night dumpling deliveries. The next week, a regular patient arrived early and hid in his car. When the dumplings were delivered, he snuck out to see what all the fuss was about. Turned out, it wasn’t dumplings at all—just a friendly delivery driver handing over some freshly baked bread. The neighbor laughed so hard he almost missed his own dinner.
3. A delivery driver pulled up outside Fatty Liver Clinic one afternoon, only to discover that the sign had mysteriously changed overnight. Now it read ‘Fatty Liver Cafe’ in bright neon letters. The delivery driver knocked on the door and a neighbor poked his head out, asking if he wanted to try their new house-made liver pâté. The driver laughed and shook his head, muttering something about not being in the market for organ meats today.
4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fatty Liver Clinic, puzzled by the sign reading ‘Closed for Livers.’ He got out of his truck and peered inside the dimly lit building. Through the window, he saw an old doctor with a magnifying glass inspecting something on a table. The man knocked gently but received no answer. Then, from within came a faint voice: 'Just one more liver… I’m almost done!' The delivery driver scratched his head, shook his head, and drove off into the night, muttering, 'Next time I’ll just order online.'