About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most salons were still closed, Nails By David Lee opened its doors to an unexpected visitor. A delivery driver pulled up on his bike, carrying not just packages but a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper. As he entered, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the usual nail-polish fumes, creating an oddly comforting atmosphere. The delivery driver, puzzled, unwrapped the package to discover nothing more than a small note reading: 'For your perfect manicure—David Lee.' Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood prank from someone who knew how much he loved coffee. The next day, everyone in the building received similar boxes, each containing only a card and a fresh cup of joe.
2. In the quiet hours before dawn in Chicago, when streetlights flicker and traffic is sparse, a delivery driver pulled up outside Nails By David Lee. The neon sign blinked on, revealing an unusual sight: a small, furry creature sitting patiently in the window. Curious, he knocked gently on the glass. To his surprise, the creature looked up, gave him a friendly wave, then disappeared into the shop. The next morning, when customers arrived, they found their manicurist had left a note: 'Sorry for the delay today—my new assistant needed some breakfast.'
3. At midnight in Miami, when neon signs blur into one another, a delivery driver pulled up to Nails By David Lee with an unusual package. The sign above read ‘Open,’ but inside, everything seemed eerily quiet. Inside, a regular customer was humming softly as he waited for his mani-pedi. Startled by the sudden arrival, he asked, 'Who ordered the midnight manicure?' Turned out it was just David Lee himself, testing his new LED nail lights. Everyone had a good laugh, and the delivery driver left with a free pedicure.'
4. In the small town of Portland, Oregon, late one night after a storm, a delivery driver pulled up to Nails By David Lee. ‘I’ve never seen lights on here,’ he muttered aloud, noticing the glowing sign through the rain. Inside, he found an unexpected sight—a man painting nails while humming softly to himself. As he approached, the man looked up and smiled warmly. 'Welcome,' he said, 'just finishing up for the day.' The delivery driver exchanged a puzzled glance with his truck’s GPS, which stubbornly insisted they were still in Portland. Back outside, the storm had calmed down, leaving only a faint glow from the neon sign—Nails By David Lee indeed existed.