About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when the city sleeps, a soft humming starts near Foxi Nails salon. It’s not music or machinery—it’s like someone gently plucking invisible strings. A delivery driver noticed it first while making his rounds. Curious, he parked nearby and peered inside through the window. The lights were off, but in the reflection of his headlights, he saw a tiny figure—no bigger than a child—sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with an invisible guitar. ‘Hey!’ he called out, startling both the figure and himself. Turned out to be just a nail technician practicing her latest trick: making customers feel like they’re getting a magical manicure.’
2. One day, after closing hours, a little girl visiting her grandmother noticed something strange outside Foxi Nails. A faint glow seemed to come from inside the empty salon. Curious, she peeked through the window and saw an old lady with a big smile, painting tiny stars on nails of a sleeping kitten. ‘What a dreamy place,’ whispered the girl. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about the magical salon that only appeared when least expected.’
3. At dawn, when most people are still asleep, a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafts through the air near Foxi Nails salon. Curious, an early riser followed the scent and found herself standing outside the salon’s closed door. To her surprise, inside she heard soft music and gentle laughter coming from behind the locked entrance. Peering through the window, she saw two small hands painting tiny nails on miniature dolls—obviously not open for business yet. Turning around, she bumped into a sleepy-eyed delivery driver who mumbled something about ‘early birds’ and his morning coffee.
4. At sunset, when the sky turns pink over downtown Chicago, a gentle tinkling sound begins outside Foxi Nails. It’s not music or bells—it’s like tiny metal keys being played in perfect harmony. Curious passersby lean closer, trying to catch the melody. One day, a delivery driver hears it too and asks the owner what makes those mysterious sounds. Turns out, it's just an old piano left behind by the previous tenant—now playing its own quiet song every evening. The owner shrugs and says with a smile, 'I guess our little downtown Chicago nail salon has become a musical place after dark.'