Turkish Barbers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Turkish Barbers, something strange started happening one morning when a delivery driver asked the barber: ‘Why do you always cut your own beard?’ The barber looked up from his mirror and replied with a smile, 'Well, son, I’ve been doing it for so long that my beard knows exactly where to stop!' The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, becoming a regular customer ever after.

2. At Turkish Barbers, one day an unusual announcement came over the loudspeaker: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your barber today is Mr. Mustafa, who has just returned from a trip to Mars.’ Mr. Mustafa began his first cut with a flourish, explaining that Martians had taught him new techniques involving stars and constellations. A regular customer asked if he could style her hair like a comet’s tail, while a delivery driver requested something resembling Saturn’s rings. By the time everyone left, the place looked like a miniature model of the solar system—complete with laughing customers and a satisfied Mr. Mustafa, waving goodbye as he prepared for his next interstellar adventure.

3. At Turkish Barbers, one afternoon, a delivery driver left a mysterious package on the counter. No note, no explanation—just a small box wrapped in brown paper. Curiosity got the better of them, and soon the barbers found themselves trying to open the rusty old lock with their nail clippers. After much laughter and confusion, they finally managed to pry it open—and inside was just an old packet of mints. Turned out the delivery driver had mistakenly marked his neighbor’s house as theirs. A regular now pops by every week for a shave and a joke.

4. At Turkish Barbers, one evening, a regular was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror when he noticed something peculiar outside the window. All eyes turned as a delivery driver rushed through the door, yelling, ‘I’m late! I’m late!’ He glanced up and saw the regular’s bemused expression in the mirror. With a sheepish smile, he muttered, ‘Sorry, mate—had to drop off some packages on Mars.’ The barbershop erupted in laughter.