Villa Turkish Style

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from Villa Turkish Style’s open door. Curious, he stepped inside and found the aroma coming from the hairdryers—each one now emitting a gentle whir of Turkish folk music. As he stood there, mesmerized, another customer—a delivery driver—walked in, humming along with the tune. They struck up an impromptu conversation about Turkish coffee and local traditions. By lunchtime, the whole neighborhood was gathered outside, enjoying free haircuts and learning new songs together.

2. One day, while getting a trim at Villa Turkish Style, a regular heard an unusual announcement over the salon’s intercom: ‘Attention please—we’ve run out of regular water. Could someone bring in a gallon or two?’ A delivery driver arrived with bottled water and was promptly thanked for his help. As he left, one of the stylists joked, 'Guess we'll have to serve coffee instead!' The regular laughed and said, 'At least now I know why my hair always looks so thirsty.'

3. One afternoon, a regular stopped for a trim and found something unusual in the waiting room—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no label. Curiosity got the better of him, but before he could investigate further, the stylist called his name. Later that evening, while getting ready for dinner, the regular discovered another package under his door—this time it was labeled ‘To: Mystery Guest’. Inside was a handwritten note: “Dear Friend, sorry for the confusion earlier. Our new shipment arrived today.” Turns out Villa Turkish Style had accidentally delivered someone else’s hair products instead of their usual supplies.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Villa Turkish Style expecting a usual order. But as he approached the door, he froze—was that laughter coming from inside? Soft, tinkling giggles, like someone was having a secret party. Curious, he cracked open the door—a warm light spilled out, and there she was: a little old lady with a mischievous smile, humming along to her radio. 'Just waiting for my haircut,' she said, waving him in. Turns out, it was a neighborhood get-together where everyone brought their own chairs.' A relieved delivery driver chuckled, realizing his mistake—and maybe even made a new friend.