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People
complain, rightly, that Seattle
is changing fast, by which they tend to
mean all the cool old dive bars have closed,
which is sad but true. But there's still some
old Seattle left, and it has nothing to do with
nightlife--I'm talking about Perkins Glass, a
family run business since 1906 that deserves
your support. Needing a custom mirror cut to
size for a job, the first place I called
recommended Perkins with the caveat that they
might be rude on the phone. Rude? Not at all!
The receptionist's brusque, direct manner
embodied everything I miss about New Yorkers--no
nonsense, clear instructions, proudly competent,
crisp and efficient with just the proper hint of
menace that says, "I won't waste your time if
you don't waste mine." I picked up my order
today in a front office that looks unchanged
since 1972. They don't take cards, I paid my $21
cash, was given a handwritten receipt and a 23
5/8" square, quarter inch thick mirror with
polished edges (5¢/lineal inch extra), no
padding, packaging, or protective corners. Just
the facts, just the glass. They promise accuracy
within 1/8" but when I said I needed it to match
an existing metal edge she marked the order
"precision" and the result was right on the
money. Perkins
Glass! |
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