About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a little girl walked into Supercuts and asked her mom, ‘Why does that man keep talking to the ceiling?’ Her mom looked up and saw an elderly gentleman standing in front of the mirror, earnestly discussing something with no one at all. The mother whispered, ‘He’s just talking to himself.’ The little girl tilted her head curiously and asked, ‘Does he always do that?’ Mom nodded, smiling. ‘Yep, he’s our friendly neighborhood barber who never misses a chance to chat with his imaginary clients.’
2. At dawn, when most barbershops were still quiet, an old delivery driver pulled up to Supercuts with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. The old man quietly unwrapped it, revealing a giant jar of mayonnaise. 'For your special occasion,' he whispered, and drove off into the dawn mist. Since then, every morning at Supercuts smells like chicken salad.'
3. At closing time, a grumpy old man stormed in, yelling, ‘I’ll never get my hair cut here again!’ The stylist raised an eyebrow and calmly replied, ‘Sir, you’ve been coming for years—what changed your mind?’ ‘Well,’ he huffed, ‘yesterday I asked for a trim, not a mullet!’ The stylist smiled and said, ‘Next time just tell us what you want, sir.’ The old man scowled but left with a slight smile, knowing he’d be back soon enough.
4. At midnight, when the streets of Manhattan were empty, a soft humming started coming from inside Supercuts. The sound grew louder with each passing minute, attracting curious neighbors who peered through the window. Curious, they opened the door slightly—and found themselves facing a fully awake and very talkative haircut mannequin, who had been silently waiting for customers all day. It turned out that every night at midnight, Supercuts hosted an impromptu salon party, complete with one enthusiastic participant.