Suds Laundrette

I have to tell you a secret, and it’s going to compromise my street cred by about 72%. I have a washing machine and dryer at home. I do my washing and drying at home. There is no reason for me to shove my unmentionables into a nondescript sack, lug it over my shoulder, stuff it into my car and drive it to Suds. But I did, just once, because this place looks so cool. I mean, that’s when you know you’re a sucker for aesthetics, right?
My only other experiences of laundromats are those I was reduced to whilst backpacking in Europe. Mostly they’re full of somewhat strange people, and you get the sense that they never leave. Suds on the other hand is where it’s at. You don’t feel like you’re wasting your day here because there’s astroturph everywhere. Where’s the logic, you ask? It’s in the aluminum washing machines, the grand portholes that look out onto Bray Street, it’s in the option to leave the washing, drying, ironing with them.
Perhaps one day I will sell my washer and dryer and spend all my time here. One can only dream.