Kismet Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most salons were still closed, Kismet Salon opened its doors like an enchantress' chamber. A delivery driver, always in a hurry, noticed something peculiar one chilly autumn day. As he approached, the aroma of fresh coffee and warm vanilla wafted through the air, drawing him closer. Peering inside, he saw only a stylist humming softly to herself while clipping her nails—completely oblivious to his presence. Turning around with a smile, she asked, 'Would you like a cup of coffee?' The delivery driver blinked twice before laughing and saying, 'I’ll take that as a yes!'

2. In the dim light of dusk, a delivery driver pulled up outside Kismet Salon. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something glinted in the corner of his eye—a small, handwritten note stuck to the salon’s door. Curious, he read it aloud: ‘For your next perfect cut, come back on a day that rhymes with Tuesday.’ The delivery driver shrugged and chuckled, thinking it was just another quirky local custom. The next day, which rhymed with Tuesday—Wednesday—he returned for his haircut. And ever since then, whenever someone asked him why he always came on Wednesdays, he’d smile and say, 'Because my hairdresser has excellent timing!'

3. At midnight, as a lone delivery driver approached Kismet Salon, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but shadows shifting in the mirror lights. Suddenly, one of the mirrors cracked open, revealing a stylist with wild eyes who asked if he wanted his hair done ‘like the gods.’ Confused but intrigued, the delivery driver agreed—and woke up next morning with a perfect Caesar cut and a note on his dashboard: ‘Thanks for visiting Kismet Salon!’

4. At sunset, a little girl with pigtails skipped into Kismet Salon. ‘Mama says you can talk to animals,’ she whispered, pointing at the reflection in the window. The stylist smiled, but no one else seemed to notice. The stylist nodded and began working on her hair. Suddenly, a squirrel scurried across the floor, followed by an old cat dozing on a nearby chair. Everyone ignored them except for the little girl who giggled, ‘See? I told you!’ When her mom came to pick her up later, she asked jokingly, ‘Did you really talk to those animals?’ The stylist just winked and smiled, knowing some secrets are best kept between children and their hairdressers.