Roberto's Le Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as Roberto’s Le Salon closed its doors, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside. The faint scent of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the usual aroma of hairspray and shampoo. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw an old oven glowing warmly in the kitchen. Inside was a tray of freshly baked ciabatta rolls—an unexpected treat from Roberto himself. Turns out, after hours of cutting hair, Roberto liked to bake bread for his neighbors. The delivery driver grinned, thinking how much fun it would be to tell everyone back at the office that he’d stumbled upon a secret bakery hidden inside a hair salon.

2. Late one night, as Roberto’s Le Salon closed its doors, a delivery driver noticed an unusual item in the backseat of his truck—a small, handwritten sign reading ‘Free Haircuts for Good Neighbors.’ Curious, he brought it into the salon next morning. Turned out it was just a doodle from Roberto’s teenage daughter, who’d scribbled it on a scrap piece while watching her dad work late. The whole neighborhood burst out laughing when they saw it—now everyone knows Roberto’s isn’t just a hair salon; it's also home to some pretty funny pranks.

3. Late one night, as Roberto’s Le Salon closed its doors, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside. ‘Why is there a neon sign reading “Open” when everyone knows it’s closing time?’ Curious, he peered inside and saw only an empty salon, lit dimly by the mysterious neon sign. Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged Roberto, yawning and stretching. 'Ah,' he said with a smile, 'I must’ve forgotten to turn off the neon.' The delivery driver blinked, then burst out laughing. 'Guess I’ll just leave it on for you!'

4. Late one night, as Roberto’s Le Salon closed its doors, a delivery driver passing by heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw nothing but shadows and soft light—until a faint scent of freshly baked bread wafted out into the cool air. Curious, the delivery driver knocked on the door, only for it to swing open with a gentle breeze carrying more fragrant bread. Inside, amidst empty chairs and quiet machines, sat Roberto, fast asleep in his chair, head resting on a pile of old magazines, drooling slightly onto a half-eaten croissant. The driver chuckled, shook him awake, and together they shared a warm laugh over coffee and fresh pastries.