Re Spa

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Re Spa. The sky was just beginning to lighten over downtown Chicago. The delivery driver knocked softly on the door, expecting another quiet morning drop-off. To his surprise, an elderly gentleman emerged, wearing nothing but a towel and a big smile. ‘Morning!’ he said cheerfully. ‘You must be here for my shampoo?’ With that, he turned around and walked back inside, leaving the delivery guy standing there, mouth agape, wondering if he’d accidentally stumbled into someone’s personal spa session.’

2. At midnight, when only barbershops hummed softly in the city, a delivery driver pulled up to Re Spa with an unusual package. The receptionist, yawning and half-asleep, took one look inside and whispered: ‘This is going to be interesting.’ Inside was a giant jar of mayonnaise labeled ‘Special Ingredient.’ The next morning, customers lined up for haircuts that looked like works of art—each styled with a hint of sunny yellow. A regular commented, “I feel like I’m wearing sunshine today!” And so, Re Spa became known not just for its haircuts but also for its weekly specials: ‘Mayo Monday,’ ‘Wasabi Wednesday,’ and more.

3. At dusk, when Re Spa’s neon sign flickered on, a curious cat would leap onto the counter and inspect the bottles of shampoo with its paw. Then one day, an elderly lady came in for her weekly treatment. She watched in amusement as the cat pounced on a bottle of argan oil, spraying it everywhere. ‘What a character!’ she exclaimed, laughing. The cat, unperturbed, simply jumped down and sauntered out through the open door, leaving behind a fragrant cloud of scent and a smile on everyone's face.

4. At sunset, when Re Spa's lights twinkled invitingly, a neighborhood squirrel began making daily appearances. It seemed to know exactly which chair to jump onto and who to nudge for an unexpected scratch behind the ear. One day, a grumpy old neighbor walked in with a sour expression. The squirrel, recognizing him from across the street, bounded over and jumped into his lap—much to everyone’s surprise except maybe the neighbor himself. From then on, whenever he came, the squirrel would greet him warmly, turning what used to be a sour visit into a funny and unexpected routine.