This laundromat has the advantage that the laundry lady running it (for the purposes of this…read morereview, lets call her Thelma) recognises her regular customers, and Thelma doesn't make judgmental comments on the state of your underwear or your holy jeans.
But here's a Seinfeld dilemma about Abercrombie Street Laundrette:
My boyfriend (who, for the purposes of this review, we shall call Cicero) was a regular customer of Abercrombie St Laundrette, in our pre-washing-machine days. Late last year, Cicero gave this laundromat a basket of clothing, asking for the usual, a wash and fold. When he came to retrieve it, the laundry man (lets call him Philbert) showed Cicero how there was a blue biro in the washing load, and blue ink got all over everything. Philbert made it abundantly clear that he was not impressed, and it was not his fault at all.
Granted - it's Cicero's responsibility to frisk his own shirts of their contents before putting them into be washed. And thoroughness in laundry is not one of Cicero's strong points.
BUT ... here's what we're wondering ... do Philbert & Thelma also have some responsibility here? I'm still not sure. Here's the other thing. Cicero always uses black felt-tip pens, not blue biros. So where did the blue pen come from? Philbert stood his ground, despite Cicero's protestations. Everything was stained and Philbert wasn't going to offer free dry cleaning for anything.
Cicero still feels a bit hard done by, his meagre wardrobe permanently tainted by a mystery blue ballpoint. But he took his laundry back there the next week, and Thelma smiled at him and unjudgmentally washed his ripped jeans and blue-stained shirts. This all went on until we bought a washing machine (see my review of JL Services).
Just a note: This place has strange opening hours ... closing on unpredictable weekdays (sorry I can't remember this precisely, but if you're in a laundry rut on a Tuesday, best to call them first). Best not to refer to them as Thelma and Philbert.
