Glenview Laundromat

Seriously so bad the police came! they get zero stars for service and OPD gets 2 stars for actually responding.
For the record I called OPD and was advised, not to return to this establishment. I have no desire to regardless of this advise and neither should you, until 2 simple problems are addressed.
1. Many of the dryers simply dont work or only work sometimes. If you bring this up to their attention (namely Christopher) the guy who is referred to by many other Unilocalers as drunk, creepy, loud and I would add to the list rude and confrontational; you very well may be blamed, yelled at, insulted and possibly as is my case today, physically threatened, have your laundry pulled out and thrown around and followed into neighboring establishments while being yelled at.
which leads to reason #2
Christopher, the loud guy who apparently works there but does nothing in regards to assisting customers in preference of insulting and disruptive behaviors. He cares a less about your faulty dryer experience, waisted money and time because he is likely drunk, senile, just plain angry, lacking in social skills let alone a basic understanding of customer service. my guess most likely all of the above.
Fortunately for him today I wasn’t in the mood for kicking someones ass because they got in my face, yelled at me, threatened me and grabbed my clothes, threw them around and followed me into a neighboring establishment insulting me.
Instead, I opt for calling OPD, knowing full well someone like this guy could use a good ass kicking’…it doesnt need to be me and not today.
so Yah go somewhere else, I honestly feel bad for the local establishments and the owner who, in my experience is nice enough but somehow too nice to fire him and fix the dryers.

I swear, my clothes came out dirtier than they did when they went in? The owner claimed they are new machines, but I think she was slightly delusional. Definitely a waste of time!

This is just for the laundromat part, as I have never had anybody do my laundry for me because I am quite persnickety and prefer to fold my own undies and such.
Anyway, this place is clean, has top loaders, is reasonably priced, and there is usually somebody keeping their eye on the place. Plus I have been there on a Sunday and it’s not a madhouse. Plus if you lose or forget something there is a good chance it will be there when you get around to figuring it out.
The only downside, and this is a deal breaker for some people, is that parking during certain times (weekends, the dinner hour, etc.) it is quite difficult on Park Blvd. So either expect to haul your laundry a few blocks or risk parking illegally and getting a ticket.

Honestly, I hate laundry, but this laundromat makes it a little less horrible. Here’s why:
1) The «vagabonds» mentioned in reviews are actually crazy nice if you get to know them. They are always polite to me and my toddler and have even helped me carry my laundry the block to my house of their own genuinely helpful volition. The staff at Marzano’s or Rumba may look less vagabondish, but they’re not half as helpful or friendly.
2) Dina is wonderful. The reviewer who said her salon was her baby is right. The laundromat was her late husbands, but she dutifully fixes machines and tries to maintain it even though it was clearly not her plan to be laundromat owner. She is sweet and loving with my daughter, hard working and on two occasions we have left when our laundry was in the dryer and come back to folded clothes just because she is THAT NICE.
3) There is an awesome music channel that’s always on, free wifi, and thanks to the «vagabonds» our stuff is always safe inside. AND if we forget anything they always keep it for us.
The machines may not be new or the best, but the service we have gotten there is honestly unparalleled.

Recently I needed some major laundry done and Glenview Laundromat did a great job. Although they don’t deliver or pick-​up (which would be great) the laundry came back clean and folded to my requests. Dina has always been focused on service and Christopher certainly delivered great service with a smile. Thanks you two!

Can’t I give no stars? The mean, rip off artist owner was getting her nails done while asking $ 50 to wash and dry my two cotton sleeping bags — after her drunk employee told me it would only be a few dollars when I dropped it off. She said it cost her $ 8 to dry them and she needed to charge me that to pay her bills. Her employees are often intoxicated and seedy characters. Yes, the employees often smell like booze! The alcohol smelling man who took in my sleeping bags wrote «seepling bags» on the tag.
I made an offer for the sleeping bags, they refused it, told my friend he «looked stupid,» and threatened to follow us through the neighborhood to write down the car’s license plate.
We felt threatened!
Do not give this place your business under any circumstance! Enter at your own risk!!!

Well, where to begin. I drive past this laundromat on my way into my office every day. So I thought maybe it would be really convenient to drop off the office laundry, save me the time of doing it at my house. Big mistake.
1. I’m not sure if Dina’s saving money or if she’s a philanthropist, but it seems like she hires homeless people to manage the place. There are a variety of very disheveled, intoxicated or stoned, unwashed men hanging around out front and it turns out they’re there to help you. Except they don’t. You know, a well-​dressed lady walks in ~without a laundry bag~ maybe you check her out and see if she needs something. Like picking up her wash and fold, maybe? No. Of the half-​dozen times I’ve been there, three I had to go next door and ask Dina to locate someone who can help me. I don’t have unlimited time to hang around waiting for Hobo Joe to finish his bottle of hooch and locate my laundry.
2. The last load I picked up there turned out to have been sitting wet for days and had gone moldy. Even after washing them in hot water at home, they’re stained and unusable. So that’s great.
This laundromat is dreadful and I won’t be using them anymore. There’s a wash and fold service a few blocks away from my office on Telegraph and bonus, 35 cents less per pound, so I’ll give them a try. Sorry, Dina. You need to close the wash and fold service and just run the machines for the locals. You are not providing a good service.

Some disclosures:
— I usually go to Woody’s
— I don’t use wash and fold. It’s all me and the machines
If there is such a thing as a neighborhood laundromat, this is it. Small space but it’s nnot crowded or overrun so I didn’t have trouble getting to washers and dryers. One or two were out of order but there are more than a dozen so I didn’t have a problem. There washers are all the same size but, unlike Woody’s, these machines only cost $ 1.75 and did a good job on my clothes. The dryers are pretty big and the cost wasn’t unreasonable.
The change machine worked without a hitch.
The place is pretty clean and the wifi is great (no password to worry about) but if you just have to go, there are several restaurant and café options on the little Glenview strip and I don’t think anyone worried that their stuff might get jacked.
One sucky point though… parking. There’s no lot and all the street paking i saw was metered so you do have to pay for that on top of the laundry.
So, not a bad spot to clean some clothes and check your email. Oh and there’s a snack machine. Who knew Doritos would make such a perfect laundry snack?

Nice neighborhood but, this place doesn’t belong here. The creepy old guy who sits there all day and smokes was enough for me. Looks like he belongs on America’s Most Wanted. Very unprofessional. Won’t be back… I will make the extra trip to go to Woody’s :)

So Michelle M. pretty much hit it right on the head. I just had the fine experience of doing my laundry at Glenview Laundromat. I usually go to Woody’s, and I’ll be damned if you have something good, don’t let go of it.
This place stinks. Literally. Half the machines don’t work, the change machine is super tempremental, and nobody seems to work here. Out front was a creepy guy who looks like he probably drives a gold 1984 Camaro. He was wearing a running suit, circa 1987, with white high top sneakers. He was smoking up a storm, and probably contemplating where he could get his next hit of meth.
The place was pretty busy, with everyone avoiding eye contact and bopping their heads to their ipods. Most peope had dogs tied up outside. I hate that! Don’t bring your dog along if its going to get tied to a pole for four hours Its just not fair and how would you like it if your mom did that to you? I digress, back to the laundromat.
It took like three hours for my clothes to dry. I think the machines are set on low or something because it shouldn’t have taken so long. This place needs a tv or a radio or somethng. And please, get rid of the flourescent lights.

Since the regressive move two years ago to an apartment house without on-​site laundry, my clothes have received about as much routine care and maintenance as my car. And yet, somehow my car still runs while my laundry has been parked in a basket, in neutral, for weeks.
I find myself wondering how the good mechanics at Art’s Automotive, might advise me in the laundry department in the same way they helped me prioritize care of my automobile.
«Who told you it was time to wash those jeans? What’s the brand? Uh huh. When did you buy them? Uhh-​huhh. And when did you last service them? Mmm-​hmmm. Alrighty, give us a minute here.»
(Boop beep beep boop — sound of Art’s sales guy computing stats on a pair of Paige Premium Denim jeans purchased in March 2007).
The sales guy’s fingers stop typing. His eyes quit searching. The data is in. He looks up from the report and I brace myself for the bad news fearing I’ll shit my pants when I hear it which, of course, would demand emergency laundromat visitation as well as a brand new report, and there’s a line out the door because Art’s does a steady business.
«Now just hang on to your quarters, Michelle, and don’t you whittle away a beautiful Sunday morning at the laundromat. Not just yet. Those jeans are good for another hundred miles before next wash service.»
Relief washes over me the way soap and water used to wash over my clothes.
«Gee, thanks!»
«Now about those socks… the cotton struts on those things are about to give out; I recommend…»
But I’m no longer listening.
Oh how I miss having a washer and dryer at home, along with the sense that I’ve left my college days long behind.
But I continually put off laundry day because I especially dislike my neighborhood laundromat. And not because of its customers. I realize that every laundromat draws its fill of patrons who, without pause, announce their laundry mission to the customer standing beside them folding clothes: to wash away the head lice that accompanied their child home from school.
No, here are the reasons why I postpone my visits:
1) Nobody really runs the place. There are only characters I vaguely recognize from my memories of their shadowy lurkings at the Fresno County Fair circa 1977 – 79 who disappear together into the back room for long periods of time after acknowledging me with a nod, a wink or a mumble.
2) The décor is visually unengaging at best and, combined with the fluorescent lighting, can tug on an already melancholic mood until it caves into an impenetrable 2-​hour long depression (See photo.)
3) One time (a time I won’t forget), when I decided to refocus my attention on the book I was reading in lieu of indulging the mumbler in a barely classifiable two-​way conversation, I received this weirdly aggressive response: «Oh so you’re ignoring me now.»
Um. Whoa.
4) On Sunday mornings I have the whole joint to myself!
But, darn, every washer and/​or dryer is in use. Perhaps these customers are dining at Blackberry Bistro and feel they’re entitled to leave their clothes unattended in a public-​share space for 2 hours. Perhaps they believe their clothes, like their shit, don’t stink. What to do? (Besides remove their clothes and donate them to Goodwill, that is.) I don’t know. (See reason #1)
5) The nodder smokes his cigarettes just outside the door. The smoke rolls into the laundromat, greeting the woulda-​been-​cleans with a haggard «hello» and I wonder, once again, what the hell I’m doing here.
6) When the change machine is out of quarters, which is always, I have to fetch the owner from her other owned business — a nail salon a couple doors down, exposing myself to the noxious chemical fumes therein. Clearly the nail salon is her baby and she favors it over the awkward, rebellious smoker-​preteen laundromat sibling with its malfunctioning equipment.
All the same, I haven’t found an alternate solution, yet, and can delay the wash & fold no longer.
So wander on over to Glenview Laundromat this Sunday after brunch at Blackberry Bistro. As Brad L. says in his review of Korean Kitchen:
«If, when you come in, somebody else is (eating) there, it’s probably me.»