Whiz French Dry Cleaning

Go see Peter and Sal. They’re great. Clothes came back looking fantastic. Excellent prices and service. Highly recommended

Whiz is the best dry cleaner i have been to in 10 years. I still take my clothes to them even though i’m in a different neighborhood. Ive tried all of the other highly rated dry cleaners in my hood and near work. Non of them come close to Whiz. They get stains out every time… and this is no small feat.

Do not go to this place if you expect to get your clothes back in tact. They have ruined multiple dress shirts of mine with what seems to be grease. Lesson learned, never taking my clothes to a French place again.

The team here is very professional. These gentlemen have been at it for a long time and while it is low-​tech, still hand written tickets and an old cash register, the quality of the work has always been excellent.
What do you want from the cleaners? You want your clothes to leave you a mess and to be returned to you in immaculate condition and in a timely manner. This is the way it is at this location.

The work Whiz does is perfectly good. They did a great job tailoring my boyfriend’s slacks, and sewed in a missing button on my jacket without me even asking.
The only reason they don’t get five stars is because of the guy working there (the owner?). He’s a curmudgeon, and last time I stopped in, he stayed on his phone the entire time. As I walked out I said, «You know, you should say hello to your customers.» He just smiled and waived, still talking on the phone and not really hearing what I’d said.

I brought a very expensive Cocktail Dress that had makeup stains all over it and they returned it looking like BRAND NEW. I couldn’t be happier with the quality in cleaning and service. They are the nicest and are true to their word. I will use them all the time!
–Rebecca

After being treated rudely by Elena over at Tailor Shop, I took my wounded Mama-​trying-​to-​do-​too-​much pride over to Whiz to see if I could get my suit pants hemmed. The gentleman behind the counter was eminently professional, kind, and professional despite me being some distraught random chick he’d never met before. He was fine with me bringing my son in the dressing room with me and complimented me on how sweet he was.
Several days later, I sent my fresh-​off-​her-​flight mom in to pick up the pants while I waited in the car with the baby. The man complimented her on her grandson, calling him *by name* even without seeing him or me as a reference point and without her mentioning him – he remembered from the ticket. Now *that’s* friendly neighborhood customer service.
A few days after that, I wore my freshly hemmed pants, felt confident in their snazziness, defended my dissertation, and earned my PhD. Thanks, Whiz!