Half the borough sits on chimneys older than the Verrazzano, and harbor weather tests every joint in them. From a shop on Brick Ct — yes, really — our crew repairs, sweeps and rebuilds Staten Island stacks at whatever hour trouble shows up.
Eight trades, one crew, no subcontracting. Whatever the stack needs — a brush, a trowel or a full tear-down to sound courses — it's the same shirts doing it.
Rod and brush from cap to smoke shelf until the tile shows clean, with the soot travelling out in a sealed drum instead of across your rug.
The on-the-house look, plus a camera down the tile when the story needs pictures — cracked liners and hidden offsets don't hide from a lens.
A leaning top, shed faces or storm damage: we take the stack down to courses that ring true and lay it back plumb, matched to the house.
Salt air eats mortar years before it touches brick. Dead joints come out to solid depth and go back packed tight, toned to match the wall.
A nor'easter finds every open flue on the block. Stainless caps sized and bolted for harbor wind keep the rain, gulls and squirrels where they belong.
A brown bloom on the ceiling has exactly one true source. We chase it to the actual gap — crown, collar, step flashing or a joint — and close that one for good.
Cracked tiles or a bare brick flue let exhaust wander where it shouldn't. A stainless sleeve matched to the appliance — insulated where code calls for it — puts everything back on rails.
Burned-out fireboxes rebuilt brick by brick in heat-rated mortar, smoke chambers parged smooth, hearths extended and old gas sets put back in order.
Brick talks if you know its language. Any flag below is the stack asking for eyes — and every one costs less the season it's caught.
Laid like brick: each step sits square on the one below it, and nothing gets skipped for speed.
Day, night, Sunday — same number. Describe the stack and claim an arrival slot while you're still on the line.
A tech circles the system top to bottom and says the verdict out loud. Costs nothing; hides nothing.
What's urgent, what can wait, and one number for each — ranked by safety, not by margin.
Work done to the line, site swept, debris gone in the truck, and the workmanship standing behind it in writing.
Half past noon or half past midnight, the call lands on a person who can put a truck on Hylan Boulevard. Get the walk-round on the books before the next blow comes up the harbor.
(929) 252-9399South Shore rooftops, mid-island colonials, and brick that's outlived three roofs. A sample of the ledger.
The shop sits on Brick Ct in Charleston — ground the old kilns once worked — and the trucks range the whole island from there.
North of the expressway? Call (929) 252-9399 — the trucks cross Victory Boulevard all the time.
Not a thing — the walk-round is on the house. A tech circles the system firebox to cap and tells you plainly what's sound, what's failing and what can ride another season. Paper is the only thing here with a price on it: the typed report with photos, built for closings and insurers, runs $149 and gets made only if you order it.
The phone is staffed every hour of every day — Sundays and holidays included. Smoke backing up at midnight or a cap gone missing in a squall gets an answer then, not at nine. Flames showing or carbon monoxide suspected? Everyone outside and 911 first; we come second.
Burn most weekends through a New York winter and once a season is the safe rhythm — plus a look before the first fire if the hearth sat idle since spring. Creosote hardens by stages and the late, glassy stage is the dangerous one. Oil and gas flues deserve an annual check too; their trouble arrives as fumes rather than smoke, with no smell to warn you.
On this island, absolutely. Salt air works into the joints, a nor'easter drives rain sideways through any gap in cap or flashing, and the freeze behind it pries masonry apart from the inside. A South Shore stack a block off the water ages faster than the same brick would inland — so joints and crowns here earn a look every few years.
Point of pride in this zip code. Charleston's kilns once fired brick for half the East Coast, and plenty of it still stands in island walls. We source and blend to the original size, face and mortar tone so a repaired course reads as original from the sidewalk.
Closings jump the queue: the walk-round lands within a day or two of the call, and the $149 typed report follows the next business day once ordered. Attorney, lender and buyer each find their answer on one page apiece.
Fully insured — ask and the certificate is in your hands before a ladder comes off the truck. Every crew member passes a screening before the shirt goes on, and nothing climbs a ladder without paperwork behind it.
The shape it started in. Runners on the floor, the hearth opening curtained off, filtered suction going the whole visit — figure an hour for a standard sweep. The dirt leaves in the drum, not on our boots.
No portal, no callback roulette. The person who answers can read a chimney, and the schedule is open in front of them.
Describe the smell, the stain, the lean or the closing date. By the end of the call you'll know whether it needs a truck, and roughly what the fix weighs in dollars.
(929) 252-9399 Tap and TalkStaffed round the clock, all seven days
Holidays included — the kiln never went cold either