1890 Mens Grooming Parlour

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular entered the parlour and asked for his usual cut. The barber nodded but suddenly froze mid-snip. ‘Did you hear that?’ he whispered. Everyone in the shop listened intently—nothing. But then it happened again, like distant laughter echoing through the walls. Finally, the barber shook his head with a smile. 'Just our new ceiling tiles,' he said. 'They sound like someone’s having a good time up there.' The regular laughed, realizing it was just another day at 1890 Mens Grooming Parlour.

2. A delivery driver pulled up outside the parlour one afternoon. Curious, he left his van and walked around the back. There, on the pavement, sat an old wooden box, its lid ajar and filled with neatly wrapped barbers’ combs. The driver peered inside curiously and found not only combs but also a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Free for good customers.’ He grinned, thinking it was some clever marketing trick, until a voice called from behind: ‘Hey mate, you’re blocking my sunlamp!’ Turned out the parlour had been open for business the whole time.

3. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside the parlour. He parked his truck in an unusual spot, causing some confusion among passersby. As he stepped out of the truck, he noticed an old gentleman waiting for a haircut. With a sheepish smile, the driver asked if he could park there temporarily. The customer nodded, and soon both were enjoying their respective services. Only later did they realize that the truck had been blocking the entrance for almost two hours—until a friendly neighbor came by to ask what was taking so long.

4. ‘Excuse me,’ said an unfamiliar voice behind him. ‘Are you waiting for something?’ A regular paused mid-shave, turning slightly in his chair. The barber looked up too—an old gentleman with a neatly trimmed beard stared back, holding a freshly sharpened straight razor. The old gentleman smiled knowingly and adjusted his spectacles. 'I used to own this shop,' he whispered, waving the blade gently. 'This place hasn't changed much since then.' With that, he nodded towards the barber, who finished shaving the regular with a practiced ease. 'And neither has my sense of humor!'