Foster's Barber Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular was leaving Foster’s Barber Shop, he heard an odd voice from inside: ‘Next time you come in, bring your own chair!’ Curious, our regular returned with an old wooden chair from his garage. When he sat down, the barber looked up and said, 'Finally! Now, don’t move or I’ll give you a lopsided cut!' Everyone had a good laugh, and the regular became even more loyal—a man who always brought his own chair whenever he visited Foster’s Barber Shop.

2. One day, while waiting for his turn at Foster’s Barber Shop, a regular noticed something unusual on the counter—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he asked the barber what it was. The barber shrugged and said it had been there since morning, left by someone who never returned. A few days later, another customer found an old hat inside. He tried it on and suddenly started speaking with a perfect Irish accent. Turns out, every time someone put on that hat, they’d get a temporary ‘Irish’ voice for five minutes—until they took it off or someone else picked it up. It became a running joke among locals, who would occasionally borrow the hat just to tease each other.

3. At dawn, when most barbershops were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Foster’s Barber Shop. The street was empty, but inside, the radio blasted with such volume that it echoed off the walls. The delivery driver, thinking no one could hear him over the music, started humming along. Soon enough, an old gentleman emerged from the backroom, scratching his head and muttering, ‘Who turned on my favorite station?’ With a smile, he walked over, flipped off the radio, and said, ‘Morning, son. Just another day at Foster’s.’

4. At sunset, a neighbor was watering his garden outside Foster’s Barber Shop when he noticed something peculiar: the reflection of the setting sun on the shop’s old mirror seemed to change into a dancing silhouette. Curious, he approached closer and saw that it was just an old man getting a trim, humming along to the radio. The barber, oblivious to the commotion, kept up his banter with ‘a regular’ in the chair next door, completely unaware of the miniature dance party reflected in his antique mirror.