Tom Viscomi

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Tom’s Hair Salon usually hummed with activity, an old man shuffled in wearing nothing but a towel and a broad smile. ‘Morning, Tom!’ he chirped as he settled into the chair next to the window. Tom raised an eyebrow but nodded, reaching for his clippers. As he worked, the old man chatted away about the weather, politics, and everything else under the sun. By the time Tom was done, not only did the man look like a million dollars, but also had a newfound friend who promised to visit again soon. The next morning, Tom greeted another familiar face—this time it was a delivery driver sporting a stylish new haircut.

2. One morning, as Tom adjusted his customers’ locks and waves, a delivery driver parked outside and announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your hairdresser is temporarily closed for rebranding as “Tom Viscomi: Hair & Philosophy”.’ Customers looked confused but intrigued. Inside, Tom was already planning his new salon’s philosophy section—where patrons could discuss existentialism while getting their highlights done. A few days later, a regular asked, ‘So, how’s business in Hair & Philosophy?’ Tom replied with a smile, ‘Oh, it’s great! We’re now offering deep-conditioning sessions for both hair and soul.’

3. In the quiet hours before dawn, while Tom’s Hair Salon was still dark and empty, a soft voice whispered from outside: ‘Tom, are you awake?’ A sleepy Tom peered out through the window, rubbing his eyes. It was just an old delivery driver, calling for his weekly supply of coffee beans. With a smile, Tom opened the door, and they chatted amiably until first light. The legend grew over time, but in reality, it was just another day in the life of Tom’s Hair Salon.

4. While Tom was cutting someone's curls one afternoon, a voice called out from the hallway: 'Hey, Tom! Do you ever wonder if your scissors could talk?' Tom paused for a moment, his scissors hovering over the curls. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied with a smile. ‘But I bet they’d have some interesting stories to tell.’ A delivery driver appeared in the doorway, grinning sheepishly. ‘Like how you accidentally gave me a mohawk last week?’