Priya's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet mornings of downtown Portland, when most shops were still yawning awake, a regular would saunter into Priya’s Hair Salon with an old canvas bag slung over his shoulder. No one paid much attention until he started leaving with new hairstyles that made heads turn. One day, a delivery driver walked in with tousled hair and a confused look on his face. ‘What happened?’ asked Priya. He shrugged, ‘Just got my hair done—no idea how.’ By evening, everyone was buzzing about the mysterious stylist who could transform anyone with just a brush and some product. Turned out our regular had been practicing on himself every night in front of the mirror, finally perfecting his own unique style.

2. At Priya’s hair salon in Brooklyn, a regular noticed something peculiar one afternoon—an old, dusty ukulele had mysteriously appeared on the reception counter. Overcome with curiosity, the regular asked the receptionist where it came from. With a sly smile, she whispered that it was a gift from a grateful customer—a delivery driver who’d received an unexpected hairstyle upgrade. The ukulele now regularly serenaded customers during their haircuts, turning Priya’s into Brooklyn’s unofficial music salon.

3. In a sleepy corner of San Francisco, late one night after closing hours, Priya’s hair salon hummed with an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from behind the locked door. Curious, the owner unlocked the door to discover Priya diligently cutting the hair off a stray cat that had taken shelter there. With a smile, she explained it was her new clientele—an adorable furry regular who came for a trim every Thursday night. The story spread quickly around town, and soon enough, Priya’s became known not just for hairstyles but also for its feline-friendly atmosphere.

4. In a sleepy corner of San Francisco, late one night after closing hours, Priya’s hair salon seemed eerily quiet until a delivery driver heard soft laughter coming from the back room. Curious, he peeked inside and found an old lady braiding Priya’s hair while humming an unfamiliar tune. ‘I thought you closed,’ said the delivery driver politely. The woman smiled mischievously and replied, “Just finishing up my evening ritual.” And with that, she waved goodbye as she exited through a hidden door in the wall, leaving everyone wondering who exactly was Priya.’