Whisky Beard Barber Shop & Cigar Lounge

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was shaving off his beard one morning when he noticed something strange in the mirror—his reflection seemed to be whispering something. Curious, he leaned closer, but it vanished as soon as he turned his head. Soon enough, another customer—a delivery driver—asked if he could use the bathroom. When he came out, he claimed he’d heard someone muttering ‘Whisky Beard’ in the stall. The barbershop became a place where everyone whispered their own version of the phrase, turning it into a friendly joke among regulars.

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Whisky Beard Barber Shop & Cigar Lounge. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door and peered in—only to see rows of old-fashioned razors dancing gently on their shelves. The delivery driver watched, mesmerized, until one razor broke ranks and flew towards him, landing gently on his shoulder. Startled, he jumped back, but then noticed it was just an ordinary straight blade with a tiny cigar clamped between its blades. A regular customer, smoking a pipe nearby, chuckled and said, ‘Welcome to Whisky Beard, son. That’s our Mr. Cutty-Smokey.’

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up outside Whisky Beard Barber Shop & Cigar Lounge, puzzled by an unfamiliar sound coming from inside. The door swung open with a creak, revealing a sleepy barber still trimming whiskers by candlelight. ‘What time is it?’ he groaned. The delivery driver sheepishly explained, 'Just wanted your usual package.’ Turned out, it was midnight, and the barber’s regular nighttime snack had arrived—freshly baked cookies from next door.

4. At sunset, a delivery driver parked his truck near Whisky Beard Barber Shop & Cigar Lounge and noticed an odd scent wafting from the alleyway. Curious, he followed the aroma around the corner only to see a shadowy figure trimming a mysterious beard made of leaves. The delivery driver watched in amusement as the silhouette deftly shaped the leafy beard into intricate patterns. Startled, he cleared his throat, causing the figure to spin around—revealing a friendly neighborhood barista with a mischievous grin. ‘Just practicing for Halloween,’ she said, waving a packet of mints. The driver shook his head, smiling, and walked away whistling, already planning his next visit to Whisky Beard.’