About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Bink Suites hair salon, a regular customer complained one day, ‘Why does it smell like bacon here?’ The stylist shrugged and said, ‘Maybe our new shampoo has a hint of maple.’ But soon everyone noticed that every time they left, their clothes smelled faintly of breakfast. Then one morning, a delivery driver arrived with a puzzled look on his face. 'Your order’s here,' he said, sniffing the air. 'And I thought bacon was for breakfast!' Soon, the whole neighborhood knew Bink Suites as the place where you could get not just a haircut, but also an unexpected whiff of breakfast in the afternoon.
2. At Bink Suites hair salon, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one morning. As he parked outside, an odd humming sound filled the air—like someone tuning a guitar but never quite in tune. Curious, the driver approached the door and peered inside. There, amidst the mirrors and scissors, sat a regular customer with his eyes closed, gently strumming the air as if playing an invisible guitar. ‘Morning, Mr. Smith,’ said the surprised stylist. ‘Same old tune today?’
3. At Bink Suites hair salon, a sign above the entrance read: ‘Today’s special: cut so good you’ll forget your name!’ Regulars chuckled but paid no mind until one day someone actually did. A few days later, an embarrassed customer sheepishly approached the owner and asked if she could remember his old name. The owner smiled and replied, 'You used to be Mr. Johnson!' To which he exclaimed, 'No, I’m not!' She shrugged and said, 'Well, that’s what’s on our records.' Everyone laughed, including Mr. Johnson, who left with a new nickname and a free haircut.
4. At Bink Suites hair salon, a delivery driver noticed something unusual on the parking lot one afternoon. Among the usual boxes and bags, there lay an old, dusty ukulele. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, tuned it with his phone, and soon found himself strumming along to some classic tunes. Word spread quickly around the neighborhood, and before long, every Tuesday became ‘Ukulele Night’ at Bink Suites—where neighbors gathered, shared stories, and made new friends over impromptu jam sessions.