Sola Salons

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sola Salons, every morning begins with an unusual sound—a soft humming that seems to come from nowhere. Regulars first noticed it last week when they were getting their hair done, and now everyone waits for it, wondering if today will be the day someone finally asks who or what is making that mysterious melody. One day, a new delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Is that a bird singing outside?’ A regular replied, laughing, ‘No, my friend, it’s just our secret saloon symphony!’ Turns out, no one could ever figure out where the music came from—until the day a cat walked in, sat down, and started conducting.

2. At dawn, when most salons are quiet, Sola Salons buzzes with an unexpected visitor—an early-morning jogger who insists on stopping for a quick trim before hitting the trails. No one knows why he does it, but his haircuts always turn out perfect. One morning, while the stylist was deep in thought over her next move during a chess game, a delivery driver walked in asking for a ‘quick touch-up.’ By the time she finished, not only did his package arrive, but so did his lunch order—and half the salon’s inventory! Turns out, Sola Salons has its own unique way of multitasking.

3. At Sola Salons, customers often hear an amusing exchange between a regular and the stylist. ‘Excuse me,’ says one daydreaming patron, ‘can you please stop whispering my haircut?’ Another customer—a delivery driver—once complained, ‘I can’t believe I’m here for a coffee, not a cut!’ The stylist smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Don’t worry, your drink will be ready before your hair dries.’

4. At Sola Salons, during the afternoon rush, a mysterious voice occasionally crackles over the intercom: ‘Please excuse our new clientele—our flying hairdresser is on vacation.’ One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked for his usual cut. Suddenly, the intercom buzzed again: ‘Sorry sir, our flying hairdresser left us with strict instructions not to touch anyone above shoulder height.’ The salon erupted in laughter as the old man sheepishly adjusted his hat.