About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Drybar’s neon sign should have been the only light on the block, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The reflection of the sunrise in the salon’s window distorted into an eerie face, grinning and waving from behind the door. Curious, he knocked gently. No answer. He opened the door slightly—just enough for his head—and peered inside. Inside was a perfectly empty room, except for one thing: a small note taped to the mirror read, ‘Open early today! Just give us five minutes.’
2. At dawn, when Drybar’s neon sign should have been the only light on the block, a faint humming started. It grew louder each morning until it became impossible to ignore—like someone practicing hairdryer tricks in an adjacent room. One morning, a regular walked in and asked if anyone heard that noise. The staff shrugged it off as just another urban legend. Until a delivery driver mentioned he’d seen a small ponytail flying out of the bathroom window last night. Turns out, it was the stylist practicing her latest updo technique—and now everyone knows Drybar is the place where dreams come true, even if they’re attached to someone else's head.
3. At dawn, when Drybar’s neon sign should have been the only light on the block, a delivery driver swore he saw a woman with impossibly perfect waves walking out of the salon. Curious, he slowed down and watched as she casually waved goodbye—her hair still flawless despite the early hour. Turns out, it was just another regular leaving for an important meeting. The delivery driver chuckled, realizing that Drybar’s magic wasn’t quite what he thought it was.
4. At dawn, when Drybar’s neon sign should have been the only light on the block, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Parked next to the salon was an old-fashioned ice cream truck, its music playing softly in the early morning air. Curious, he approached and peered inside. Seated behind the wheel was a sleepy-looking man with a brush in one hand and a tub of gloss in another. ‘Morning,’ said the man, noticing him for the first time. ‘Just finishing up my shift—hope I didn’t wake you.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. ‘No worries, just thought it was strange seeing an ice cream truck outside Drybar at five am.’ They both laughed, and as the sun rose, so did the scent of fresh hairspray and vanilla from the truck.