If your looking to revamp your backyard for the summer or find the perfect oversized Christmas tree to enhance your holidays, this is the place to go. The place has character and charm...plus the prices are incredibly fair. I've been shopping here for years and find myself coming back season after season for pool supplies, propane, patio furniture, trim a tree, and more. I miss Red but the staff continues to be helpful and knowledgable.

I was just in Reds for the first time in years shopping for a pool liner. I used to hate the place but I have to admit, it has improved a lot. The merchandise in Reds is actually organized and the aisles are clear. The clutter is gone and the help moves fast. Even the parking lot was a pleasure. It feels like a different place - but its still got that Brooklyn attitude you gotta love.

I live in staten Island and i keep telling my wife we need to go to reds hes got everything i bought an umbrella there about 9 years ago and it still works i hope that old guys there when i go so he can tell me too stop breaking his balls

this is a hard one to rate- bc while it has nearly everything you need for your pool and patio and bbq- it's old and dusty and there are things in there that havent seen the light of day in years. however, their prices are fair, they have almost anything you need for summer equipment and they will refill your bbq gas tanks too if you bring in your empty tank. Worth the trip for pool supplies.

Red's has been around since I was a kid, except I think it was located on Utica Avenue and had mostly toys. That's all I was interested in at the time anyway. Now they are in this huge building on Strickland Avenue, and the place is such a mess. Stuff is thrown all over, the patio furniture is expensive, and the small toy section is disgusting. I think they still have toys from 30 years ago back there. I'm not sure how their pool section is because I don't have a pool. Maybe that's OK. Same nasty owner as 30 years ago too. The only thing I go there for is propane for my BBQ and I don't even know why I go there. Habit I guess.