Evan Joseph Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most salons were still asleep, Evan Joseph Salon opened its doors. A delivery driver, making an unexpected stop, noticed something strange: the scent of fresh-baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the usual aroma of shampoo and conditioner. Curious, he peeked inside and saw a barista in a chef’s hat brewing coffee while styling hair. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘is this some kind of salon or a bakery?’ A regular passing by smiled and replied, “It’s both—Evan Joseph Salon, where your morning starts with a perfect cup and even better cut.” The delivery driver left, shaking his head but grinning, wondering if all salons would soon serve breakfast too.

2. In the dim light of Evan Joseph Salon, a regular whispered to himself, ‘I bet no one else has ever asked for a “unicorn mane” cut.’ A delivery driver leaned over and joked, ‘Or maybe you’re just trying to grow your own horn?’ The barista giggled, shaking her head as she poured coffee into a cup. In the mirror, Evan smiled knowingly, thinking, ‘Another day, another unicorn.’

3. In the quiet afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Evan Joseph Salon, humming softly to himself as he adjusted his hat. The stylist raised an eyebrow when she noticed something peculiar—his comb had tiny mirrors instead of teeth. She smiled and asked if he was preparing for a special occasion. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied that it was just his daily look. As he left, she overheard him whispering to another customer, ‘And don’t forget to tip well, young man!’

4. In the late hours of an autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to Evan Joseph Salon. Glancing around nervously, he muttered, 'This place gives me the creeps.' Peeking inside, he saw only shadows and heard soft whispers. Suddenly, a stylist emerged from behind a curtain, asking him if he was here for a trim. The relieved driver replied, ‘Just thought I’d drop off these packages.’ Turns out it was just a quiet salon with a friendly staff—nothing more than a neighborhood hangout after all.