Deseo Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes outside Deseo Salon, he noticed something strange—a faint, sweet scent wafting from an alleyway nearby. Curious, he followed it and found himself standing before an old, weathered door. Knocking gently, he heard a soft voice inviting him in. Inside, the room was dimly lit with candles, and an ancient woman with twinkling eyes greeted him warmly. She offered him a cup of tea that tasted like honey and lavender. The driver, curious but not too curious, asked where he was. With a mischievous smile, she replied, 'Just around the corner from your usual coffee shop.' He never did tell anyone what happened that day—maybe because his hair looked better than ever after.

2. While getting her hair done at Deseo Salon, a little girl kept giggling and pointing at something outside the window. The stylist looked up curiously but saw nothing unusual—just another busy street in New York City. Finally, the stylist asked the girl what she was seeing so intently. With a big smile, she whispered, ‘Mommy’s new dress!’ Turned out, it was just a mannequin in the shop across the street, and everyone had a good laugh.

3. While getting her hair styled at Deseo Salon, a regular overheard an unusual announcement over the salon’s intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, could your pet poodle please come to reception? We’ve had quite a few visits today!’ A delivery driver looked around in confusion before realizing he’d left his tiny pooch in the backseat of his van. The poodle bounded into the salon, wagging its tail furiously as if it knew exactly where it was going. A neighbor chimed in, 'I thought I saw him sniffing around outside earlier!' Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the little guy found himself reunited with his relieved owner.

4. While picking up a new haircut at Deseo Salon, a woman found herself staring curiously at a strange object left on the salon’s reception desk. It looked like an old keyring, but upon closer inspection, it had tiny envelopes attached—each one labeled with names of famous authors. She picked up one envelope marked ‘Kafka’. Inside was a note reading: “Your appointment is delayed until your inner monologue becomes as convoluted as mine.” She laughed and decided to wait, enjoying the quirky atmosphere. Later, when she mentioned it to her stylist—a friendly local artist—they both burst out laughing, realizing that another envelope read simply: ‘Next time, please tip better’.