About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, when New York streets were shrouded in mist, a delivery driver pulled up to the barbershop with an unusual package. As he opened the door, a familiar scent of freshly cut hair mixed with something unexpected—was that bacon sizzling? Inside, a regular customer looked up from his magazine and asked curiously, ‘What’s cooking in here?’ The barber smiled sheepishly, replying, ‘Just trying out a new technique for a more aromatic experience.’ And so, ever since that day, New Image Barbers has been known for its unique blend of old-school haircuts and modern culinary touches.’
2. At dawn, when most barbershops are quiet, an old man arrived at the New Image Barbers. He entered without saying a word and took a seat in the corner, where no one had sat for years. The barber, curious but cautious, approached him with a comb and asked gently, ‘Sir, do you mind if I cut your hair?’ The old man nodded once, so faintly that it almost seemed like a dream. When they finished, the barber looked up—only to see his own reflection in the mirror, startled by the transformation. The old man stood up, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Thank you, son. That’s been thirty years coming.’ And then he was gone, leaving behind not a trace or a clue.
3. At midnight, when most shops close their doors, a delivery driver pulled up outside the New Image Barbers with a mysterious package. As he approached the entrance, he noticed the neon sign flickering ominously and heard faint whispers coming from inside. Curious, he opened it to reveal… a new pair of scissors? The driver shrugged, thinking it must be for some special customer. Months later, locals still joke that the barbers use magical tools to keep their clients’ hair looking perfect.
4. At lunchtime, when New Image Barbers was buzzing with chatter, a regular noticed something odd on the wall clock. The hands seemed to move backwards for a split second before returning to normal. Curious, he mentioned it to his barber during the next visit. ‘Oh that,’ grinned the old timer. ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins from down the street. He always comes in right after his watch battery dies.’