An-Young

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of downtown Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to An-Young Beauty Salon. The street was deserted except for an old lady watering her garden across the road. As he stepped out, he noticed she kept glancing at the salon’s neon sign, muttering something under her breath. Finally, the delivery guy knocked on the door. A young woman appeared, sleepily rubbing her eyes. She took one look at him and said, 'You’re five minutes late!' Turns out, it was her daily routine—she’d been waiting for his packages since dawn.

2. In a quiet corner of Manhattan, an anonymous beauty salon called An-Young had a peculiar habit. Every night, after closing, a small envelope appeared on the reception desk. Inside were meticulously folded dollar bills and a single note scribbled in elegant handwriting: ‘Thank you for your kindness.’ No names or signatures. One day, a delivery driver noticed that his package was mysteriously left outside the salon instead of being taken inside. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw a tiny old lady giving him a warm smile from behind the counter—she turned out to be the owner, who’d been leaving the envelopes herself all along! Since then, whenever anyone asks about those mysterious notes, she just shrugs and says, 'Kindness is free.'

3. In a quiet corner of Manhattan, an anonymous beauty salon called An-Young had a peculiar sign on its door: ‘Today’s special—perfect smile guaranteed or your money back… in full.’ A delivery driver noticed it one rainy afternoon and decided to give it a try. The delivery driver emerged grinning from ear to ear, showing off his brand-new pearly whites. His boss was impressed but curious: 'So, how much did you get refunded?' The driver replied, 'Nothing, sir—my money’s already worth more than ever!'

4. In a quiet corner of Manhattan, an anonymous beauty salon called An-Young had a peculiar habit. Every Tuesday afternoon, as soon as the door opened, a small grey cat would appear from nowhere and sit in front of the mirror, staring intently at its reflection. One day, a delivery driver walked in, startled by the sight. ‘Excuse me,’ he stammered, ‘but is that your cat?’ The stylist smiled knowingly. ‘No, sir,’ she said, ‘he just likes our mirrors.’ As the weeks passed, the cat became a fixture, often choosing different hairstyles for himself in the mirror—until one Tuesday when he vanished without a trace, leaving behind only his empty chair and a note reading: “Thanks for the haircuts!”