Most every place we'd ever lived had a washer and dryer. Well, there was that house we lived in in…read moreour first hear in Spain. It was a great old two story house, well over a hundred years old, with a half dozen fire places, but no washing machine, no dryer. We cleaned our clothes by taking them into the shower with us and stomping on them as the water rained over us.
And then there was a hundred year house in Reno's Midtown. It was small but cool, but it had no washer, no dryer. Fortunately there was a place called Duds and Suds (which I've also reviewed on Yelp) which was a sorta combo laundromat restaurant slash bear and wine bar. So washing clothes there wasn't a chore, it was fun.
But other than those to occasions, everywhere we've ever lived, had a washer and dryer, so I never thought about clean clothes. I always just had 'em. They were in my dresser drawer and closet as if by magic.
All the time. They were always there.
And I'm ashamed to say that I never, not ever thought about how they got there, until we moved into this wonderful apartment a short block from the beach. And really, when we moved in, I didn't even notice that there was no washer, no dryer.
There was, however a lone washing machine machine next to a single dryer in a laundry room downstairs. And after about a month living here, I noticed that Vesta was trudging out the door with our laundry, carrying it down the stairs to that laundry room, a lot.
And then it finally hit me, after over a half century, that may my clothes were not magically cleaned. That she was actually doing it. And that bothered me. Not that I'm slow. But that she had to do it. So we had a talk about it and she said that it had never, not ever been a problem when we had a washer and dryer. But that now it was.
And I learned during our talk that it was unfair for her to be burdened with the laundry stuff all by herself. Oh, like she said, when we had a washer and dryer, it was no big deal, but now it was. And therefore, I should be doing my share.
And I hated the fact that it was going to be almost a daily chore. So we picked Tuesday to be laundry day and we went looking for a laundromat. We didn't find one that served wine, but after a few misses (laundromats that were bummer places to be) we found Orange Coin Laundry a place with clean machines that actually do what they're supposed to. And their machines take credit cards, so no more schlepping around a couple pounds of quarters with our clothes. How cool is that?
And to boot, the guy who works there is really nice and really helpful. Plus, the place is next door to a grocery store, so we can shop while our clothes are being washed.
Bottomline, if you live in Long Beach, Orange Coin Laundry is the place to go if you don't have cloths cleaning machines in your home and you can take that to the bank.