The Parlour

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 closed, The Parlour’s doors mysteriously opened wide. A regular customer, arriving for an appointment, found himself greeted not by the stylist he knew, but by someone entirely new—someone who seemed to know him intimately. As he sat in the chair, puzzled, his hair was styled into a perfect mess—a chaotic yet charming disarray that made him look like he’d just run through Central Park naked. When he left, everyone on the street turned to stare, and he realized with a smile: maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

2. At dawn in Chicago, when The Parlour was just opening its doors, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. It was wrapped in brown paper and sealed with tape, but no one dared ask what it contained. As he unwrapped it, everyone saw only a small bundle of old newspapers. ‘What’s this?’ someone asked curiously. With a laugh, the owner replied, “Oh, that? Just some clippings for our decorations.” And so, every morning, The Parlour received a mysterious package filled with vintage newspaper cuttings—now proudly displayed on their walls.

3. In the quiet hours before sunrise, when most barbershops are closed and streets empty, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Parlour with an unusual package. Curious, he opened it to find… a new set of vintage scissors from his favorite neighbor. Turns out, The Parlour had just received an early morning surprise gift for their loyal customer, who always brought them treats after getting a trim. Now everyone jokes that even inanimate objects like scissors can be regulars here.

4. In the dim light of an autumn evening, a regular stopped by The Parlour with a peculiar request. ‘Do you think,’ he asked the stylist, ‘that my hair could be making me look older than I am?’ With a twinkle in her eye, the stylist replied, 'Well, sir, if your hair is indeed holding you back, let's see what we can do!' She fussed around for a while, muttering under her breath about 'timeless elegance' and 'modern cuts.' Finally, she declared it done, and there stood our regular—looking younger, brighter, and ready to take on the world again. As he left, he turned back and said, 'Thank you, but next time maybe check if my hair's not just full of leaves?'