North Side Barbershop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside North Side Barbershop, he noticed an unfamiliar sound coming from inside—a soft, rhythmic humming that seemed to vibrate through the walls. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman with a straight razor in hand, gently whispering something into the air while his customer relaxed in the chair. The delivery man grinned, thinking maybe it was just an old-timer’s trick for relaxation. Turned out later that the barber was simply talking to his favorite electric shaver—an antique model passed down through generations.

2. One day, while getting a trim at North Side Barbershop, an old regular exclaimed, ‘I swear, every time I come here my beard grows in circles!’ The barber just smiled and said, ‘Welcome back, Mr. Whiskers.’ A few weeks later, a delivery driver walked in with his head wrapped like a turban. The barber raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘What happened?’ The driver replied, ‘My beard grew so curly it got tangled around my handlebars!’ Everyone laughed, including the barber who simply grinned and said, ‘Welcome back, Mr. Turban.’

3. While walking past North Side Barbershop one afternoon, a neighbor picked up something unusual from the parking lot—a tiny metal key with no obvious home. Curious, he brought it into the shop and showed it to the barber, who scratched his head and said, ‘That’s odd… I’ve never seen that key before.’ Later that day, while chatting with another customer, the barber joked, ‘Maybe it belongs to our new regular—you know, the guy whose beard is always growing faster than his wallet!’ Everyone laughed, and the mystery of the little metal key remained unsolved, but everyone agreed it added character to the place.

4. One afternoon, as a little boy walked past North Side Barbershop, he stopped dead in his tracks. Inside, an elderly gentleman was whispering soothing words to his reflection in the mirror—except it wasn’t just any reflection. The old man’s voice carried a calming lilt, and soon the boy heard himself joining in softly. Before long, they were harmonizing together—a regular on one side of the mirror, and an unexpected duet partner on the other. When the song ended, both men burst into laughter, realizing their shared love for old-timey tunes. The boy left with a smile, knowing that sometimes, mirrors can be magical.