Señor Bubbles

Gotta say, I’m in the area often and Señor Bubbles is where I drop all my laundry for wash and fold. It is inexpensive and they do a great job. The place is clean and the staff is very friendly and helpful. Martha is legit and the place is always clean. I’m not big on reviewing as often as I should but I get consistent quality here so I figured I would speak up!

Every time I’ve tried to have my clothes dry cleaned or had a wash and fold done here they have messed up my order and it’s taken the staff 15 minutes to find and ring up my stuff. Some of the employees have even asked me to come behind the counter to help them navigate their digital cashier system because they don’t know how to ring me up. I’ve dealt with it because there are in my neighborhood and it’s convenient.
Today when I went to pick up my laundry the guy was chain smoking cigarettes inside the laundromat office while trying to figure out my laundry. Disgusting and pretty sure you can’t smoke inside a business since forever. I just paid 45 bucks to have my laundry washed, not to have it smell like an ashtray. I’m sure all the other customers who had dry cleaning and wash and folds waiting to be picked up in the office will be thrilled when theirs too smell like an ashtray. Never again.
UPDATE: I opened up my clothes when I got home. Yup, smelled like smoke. Also, some of my clothes are still wet! So now I have wet and smoky wash and fold. I think they forgot about the implied DRY step that comes with a wash and fold…

It was 9:00AM on a Saturday morning when I was awakened by a car horn. The sound of passing traffic on a busy street became more audible as I gradually gained consciousness. Where the hell was I? Why did it feel as if a jackhammer was going to work on my temples? I scanned my surroundings searching for any clues that would jog my memory from the night before. And then I saw it. In large, flowing, pink letters: Señor Bubbles. Visions from the night before came racing back to me. Without going into too much detail, befriending some locals at a neighboring bar led to an abundance of tequila shots and my passing out behind an apartment building.
As I shook off the mental cloudiness and stumbled to my feet, a man appeared before me. A handsome man. Strong. Long, flowing, dark hair on his head accompanied by a thick, black beard. Dressed as though he was heading to a heavy metal concert, he stood there staring at me, smiling. «You OK, buddy?», he asked. After explaining my situation to him, he introduced himself as Bruno and welcomed me into his place of business, Señor Bubbles.
As I entered the laundromat, I was brought out of my daze by the buzzing and shaking of washers and dryers. Bruno offered me a change of clothes while he washed and dried my clothes, which were filthy with stains from my last sleeping quarters: the sidewalk. I thanked him and told him it wasn’t necessary as I lived only 15 minutes away in Hoboken. He called a cab for me and gave me a coffee and bagel while I waited.
I was home about 30 minutes later, thankful to have survived my ordeal. Bruno, with his kind nature and generosity had not only saved me, but he restored my faith in mankind. To me, he is and always will be, Señor Bubbles.

Nice, clean laundry mat with parking. I really enjoy dropping off my laundry before work & then picking up the same day. The same day laundry service is efficient & a great price. Highly recommended.