About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up outside La Tapatia one morning, frowning as he noticed a strange smell wafting from the building. ‘What in the world is that?’ he muttered under his breath, glancing around nervously. As he approached the entrance, he heard soft music and laughter coming from inside—a complete contrast to the ominous odor. Curious now, he cautiously opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a dozen women happily dancing and singing along to traditional Mexican tunes. 'Oh,' he whispered, relief evident on his face. 'I thought it was something bad.' Turns out, La Tapatia was just hosting an impromptu fiesta for their regular customers.
2. A regular was admiring his new haircut in the mirror when suddenly, every time he blinked, the stylist’s reflection appeared behind him. Finally, the perplexed customer asked the stylist what was going on. With a mischievous smile, she replied, ‘That’s just my special technique—now you can see yourself from both sides!’
3. In the corner of La Tapatia’s parking lot, someone had left an old wooden crate. Curious customers started noticing it one day after their treatments. Inside were tiny packets of something unfamiliar—powdered guacamole mixes, they soon discovered, each labeled with a different celebrity’s face. One day, a delivery driver brought in boxes of free samples for employees only—and everyone thought it was just more makeup until they tasted them. Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped the labels on the guacamole mix and lip gloss deliveries. Now, whenever someone orders ‘the Jennifer Lopez glow,’ everyone knows what to expect—a little too much color on their lips!
4. A little girl walked into La Tapatia holding her grandmother's hand. As they approached the door, she stopped abruptly and pointed upward, whispering, 'Grandma, why does that ceiling keep following us?' The grandmother looked up and saw nothing out of the ordinary—a plain white ceiling. She smiled down at her granddaughter and said, ‘Oh sweetheart, it’s just our imagination.’ They entered the salon, where a regular stylist greeted them with a warm smile. Later, as they left, the little girl turned around and asked, ‘Grandma, is it really just our imagination?’