Anthony Angel

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In a small town barbershop in New England, a delivery driver left his lunchbox on the counter one day. When he returned later, it was gone—replaced with an old comb and mirror wrapped in an ancient handkerchief. The next morning, another customer found a vintage razor blade nestled among his shopping bags. Soon enough, every new customer received a mysterious gift—a tiny bottle of vintage cologne hidden inside their bag. Anthony Angel, the owner, smiled knowingly as he watched the puzzled looks turn into grins. 'Welcome,' he'd say, ‘to Anthony Angel’s Hairdressing Parlor—where your visit is never quite what you expect!'

2. At Anthony Angel’s hair salon, early mornings were usually quiet until one day, when a neighbor started arriving before sunrise with an armload of mysterious boxes. The boxes turned out to contain old records and vinyl, which he played on an antique turntable he brought in. Soon, the whole salon was filled with the soothing sounds of jazz and blues. By midday, Anthony had transformed his shop into a quirky café where customers could get their hair done while sipping coffee and listening to classic music. The neighbor became a regular, bringing more rare records each week.

3. At Anthony Angel’s hair salon, early mornings were usually quiet until one day, when a regular noticed an unusual scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from the back room. Curious, she followed the smell and found the stylist, Anthony, secretly baking chocolate chip cookies for his customers’ after-service treat. Word spread quickly, and soon every morning saw a line outside, not for haircuts but for free cookies. Anthony ended up adding a small sign: ‘Haircuts by appointment only—Cookies served first come, first served!’

4. At Anthony Angel's hair salon, early mornings were usually quiet until one day, when a little girl entered and pointed excitedly at the ceiling fan, whispering, ‘Mommy, why does it look like it's dancing?’ The stylist looked up, squinting against the light, and exclaimed, 'Oh, that's just old Mr. Jenkins' hat!' Turned out his fedora had blown off earlier that morning and was caught in the blades. After a quick adjustment, everyone laughed—even Mr. Jenkins, who’d been searching for his missing hat ever since.