French Quarter Hair Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit French Quarter Hair Salon, a regular noticed something peculiar every Wednesday afternoon. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air just as a delivery driver arrived with supplies. One day, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked if they served coffee too. Smiling, the regular replied, ‘Not exactly, but come back on Wednesdays—you might get lucky!’ The salon’s secret aroma turned out to be nothing more than the delivery guy’s lunch break.}

2. At dawn, when most salons were closed, an early bird customer arrived at the French Quarter Hair Salon. The receptionist yawned and asked, 'Are you sure you're in the right place?' ‘I’m here for my usual,’ said a regular, stretching sleepily. ‘Number three on the left side.’ The receptionist blinked and nodded, then whispered to herself, ‘This is gonna be one interesting day.’

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the French Quarter Hair Salon and started unloading boxes. Suddenly, he noticed a familiar face peering through the window. Turns out, it was just a regular customer checking if they were open. The driver waved back with a smile, thinking nothing of it—until he saw the same person later that evening, standing in front of his own apartment complex. Seems like someone had forgotten their keys again.

4. In the French Quarter Hair Salon, a regular asked one day, ‘Who’s been stealing our conditioner?’ The owner shrugged and said with a smile, ‘Why don’t you ask the new delivery guy? He keeps coming in smelling like lavender.’ Turns out, he’d been using the empty bottles for his own fragrant experiments.