Bridgeport Scrap Metals Inc at 226 Knowlton St, Bridgeport, CT 06608

Arthur and John are solid—no nonsense, get the job done fast, and the prices don’t feel like they’re trying to squeeze every last penny out of you. ---

They quoted me $3 a pound for copper, but when I dropped off the pipes, they knocked the whole batch down to $2.50. Said one pipe was "dirty" (it wasn’t), and that was that. No flexibility, no second look. Just a quick downgrade and done. ---

The prices here are decent, but the yard itself is tiny, and the staff moves you through like it’s a race. Unload fast, weigh fast, get out fast. Rushing like that? Mistakes happen—your stuff might not end up where it’s supposed to, or you could get shorted on payment. The team’s decent if you’re unsure about what kind of metal you’ve got, but honestly, sort it yourself before you show up. Saves everyone the hassle.

Look, I’ll keep it real. I drove all the way here thinking I’d support a local spot, but after today? I get why everyone just hauls their scrap into the city. If you’re serious about this business, you *know* pricing makes or breaks it. I showed up with over 150 pounds of metal—*sorted and separated*—300 MCM copper alone, yellow pipe, copper heap, even a little aluminum motor. Weighed it all myself before I left. Guess what? When I got here, the scale magically dropped to 113 pounds. Yeah, right. I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, so I know the drill. Checked the pricing online beforehand—yesterday’s rates were actually *higher*, so I figured I’d walk out with a little extra for lunch. First receipt? $148. I handed it to the guy who weighed me, told him he messed up. His response? *"You brought in brass and copper mix."* Nah, bro. I had it all separated—yellow brass in one pile, copper tubing in another. By the time I turned around to prove it, his crew had already *taken* my metal. Over 47 pounds of copper, yellow pipe, and that 300 MCM wire—gone. That’s over $120 stolen right there. This wasn’t even my full load—just a test run. Lesson learned. Do your homework, scrappers. These guys play dirty. ---

As a construction guy and someone who’s always fixing stuff around the house, I’ve been coming here for years. It’s a family-run place, and everyone—owners, workers, whoever—is just good people. They’re fair, they’re helpful, and they actually seem to enjoy what they do, even when it’s scorching hot or freezing out. If you can, toss the workers a little extra. They earn it. ---