About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for his trim, a regular noticed an old wooden box on the counter. Curious, he asked the stylist what it contained. With a mischievous smile, she replied only that ‘it’s something special for our best customers.’ Soon enough, another customer—a delivery driver—curiously inquired too. The stylist winked and opened the box, revealing a jar of homemade jam. She grinned, saying, 'For those who make our day shine!' That day, everyone left with a free jar of jam and a hearty laugh.
2. In the quiet afternoon, when the Style of Man salon was almost empty, a delivery driver parked outside and heard a strange clicking sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something peculiar: a blend of freshly brewed coffee and old-fashioned shaving cream. Suddenly, an old man with a big mustache emerged from behind the curtain, humming softly to himself. ‘Coffee break’s over,’ he said, adjusting his apron. The delivery driver ducked back into his truck, laughing nervously as he drove away. Since then, locals joke that Style of Man has secret hours for its resident barista.’
3. On a particularly humid summer day, as customers were settling in for their usual cuts and styles, someone noticed something peculiar hanging from the ceiling fan—a tiny American flag that seemed to wave in perfect sync with each rotation. As everyone stared up at the dancing flag, the barbers paused mid-scissors. A regular, scratching his head, asked jokingly, 'Is it Independence Day already?' The delivery driver suggested maybe it was just an air current trick, while a neighbor quipped that perhaps the fan had a secret patriotic agenda. Eventually, they all shrugged and went back to their haircuts—after all, what’s a little flag-waving between friends?
4. A little boy walked into the Style of Man one Saturday, his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched the stylist work on a customer's hair. Suddenly, he pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Mom, look! The hair is dancing!' The stylist smiled knowingly, replying softly, ‘That’s because it’s not just any hair—it’s alive!’ Mom laughed gently, picking up her son and whispering back, “It’s just a trick of light and shadows, honey.” But as they left, she thought she saw a strand of hair waving goodbye—almost like it was saying thanks for the compliment.