Lincoln St. Barbers

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Lincoln St. Barbers with his usual package. As he walked in, he noticed something odd—an old man was trimming not just hair but also the shadows on the walls. The delivery driver watched, amused, until an elderly gentleman next to him cleared his throat and asked for a trim. The barber turned from the wall, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Welcome, neighbor. Just sit back and close your eyes—even shadows deserve a good cut today.’

2. Late one afternoon, as customers were settling in for their weekend cuts, an odd humming noise began drifting through the barbershop's open door. No one could quite identify its source—neither old-school clippers nor modern electric shavers made such a distinctive tone. The hum grew louder and more insistent until finally, an elderly gentleman standing next to the window leaned forward and said, 'Why, that's just my old radio!' It turned out he had left it on the counter earlier. The shop erupted into laughter, and everyone got back to enjoying their haircuts. Moral of the story? Always check your belongings before you leave Lincoln St. Barbers.'

3. A little boy walked into Lincoln St. Barbers one day, clearly lost and confused. As soon as he saw the old barber’s chair, his eyes widened, and he pointed excitedly: ‘Daddy said I’d find a talking chair here!’ The old barber raised an eyebrow but smiled warmly. He nodded towards the chair and asked gently, 'And what do you think you'll say when you finally sit down?' The boy hesitated for a moment before answering confidently, 'I’ll tell it that I want a super-duper-long haircut!' Everyone in the shop burst out laughing, including the barber who later joked, 'Maybe next time, kid—we don’t have talking chairs around here.'

4. One day, while waiting for his trim, a regular noticed something peculiar on the barber’s counter—a tiny violin case, wrapped in old brown paper. Curious, he asked the barber what it was. With a twinkle in his eye, the barber replied, ‘Oh, that? It belongs to our newest delivery driver. He plays it when he’s bored.’ Later, as customers chatted amiably, they heard soft strains of music coming from outside—turns out, the driver had started serenading passersby during his breaks.