Bah-Shah Salon and Suites

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the Bah-Shah Salon and Suites, where mirrors never lie but sometimes laugh, a little girl named Sophia would often come in with her mother for haircuts. One day, as she waited impatiently on the bench, her eyes fixed on the reflection of a strange lady adjusting something behind the scenes. The lady’s shadow seemed to dance oddly across the wall, and when Sophia blinked, it was gone. Finally, Sophia got her turn, and as she sat down, she noticed that the lady from before had appeared again—this time winking at her from the mirror! When asked if everything was okay, the stylist laughed and said, ‘Oh, just our secret club!’ Since then, whenever someone new comes in, they might catch Sophia whispering, ‘Mirror lady says hi!’

2. In the Bah-Shah Salon and Suites, where mirrors never lie but sometimes laugh, an unusual scent wafted through the air one morning. A regular customer, brushing her hair in front of the mirror, noticed it first—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies mixed with jasmine. The smell grew stronger each day, drawing curious neighbors and even a delivery driver who stopped by just to catch a whiff. Finally, someone from the salon confessed that it was just their new employee, accidentally leaving the oven on while making cookies for herself during breaks. The neighborhood became known as ‘the place where they bake you beautiful,’ and everyone agreed it was better than any fancy fragrance.

3. In the Bah-Shah Salon and Suites, where mirrors never lie but sometimes laugh, a regular once asked aloud: ‘Why does my reflection always look like it’s holding a grudge?’ A delivery driver once joked that his packages must weigh heavy on him, because every time he came in, the mirror whispered, ‘Next stop: your forehead!’ In the end, though, everyone left Bah-Shah Salon feeling lighter—even if they did leave with a smile and a bit of glitter on their collar.

4. In the Bah-Shah Salon and Suites, where mirrors never lie but sometimes laugh, a little girl entered with wide eyes, pointing at her reflection in horror—only for everyone else to see a perfectly normal hairstyle. Next, an old lady walked in, asking for a simple perm. The stylist worked meticulously, but when she finally unveiled the result, the client exclaimed, ‘But I wanted curls!’ The stylist smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Ma’am, these are just as natural as yours.’