About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Drybar, customers often noticed something peculiar: whenever a delivery driver entered the salon, the waiting room mirror would mysteriously fog up. It turned out that one of the regulars was blowing on the mirror every time he saw someone from the delivery service approaching. When asked why, he said it helped him relax during his weekly visits. The mirrors never failed to fog up again—just in time for a good laugh.
2. In Drybar, every Tuesday afternoon, a little pug named Daisy would appear outside the door. As soon as she saw someone entering with a box of supplies, she’d start barking excitedly and run circles around them. The staff assumed it was just another day until they realized that Daisy never reacted like that to anyone else—only to those mysterious deliveries. One day, a new delivery driver arrived, clearly nervous. Daisy immediately zeroed in on him, her tail wagging so fast it looked like a blur. By the time he left, she had him completely charmed. It turned out she had found her perfect match—a fellow dog who loved Drybar as much as she did.
3. In Drybar, one day a regular found an old vinyl record in the parking lot. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it on the counter. Suddenly, the entire salon filled with the sound of classic rock—nobody knew whose record it was or why it played only when no one was looking. Soon enough, another customer—a delivery driver—showed up with an ancient cassette tape. Everyone braced for more music, but instead, the salon filled with the sounds of a ’90s boy band. The staff tried everything: turning off lights, changing rooms, even closing early. But every time someone left, the music stopped. Finally, after hours of singing along, they realized that the tape would only play if nobody was paying attention. Moral of the story? Sometimes silence is golden…or at least quieter.
4. At Drybar, there’s always a queue for blowouts, but one day a regular exclaimed, ‘Did you see who just walked in?’ A tall man with a clipboard and a frown approached the reception desk. The stylist raised an eyebrow, then smiled mischievously. ‘Oh, that’s our new manager,’ she whispered. The man scowled even harder as someone from the back shouted, “Your latte is ready!” Turning beet red, he muttered something indistinguishable under his breath before storming off.