About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Drybar’s quiet corner, a regular noticed something unusual one afternoon. As he left, a small package had appeared on the counter—neatly wrapped and labeled ‘For Your Hair.’ No name, no note. Curious, the regular asked around, but nobody claimed it. The next day, another anonymous package arrived—this time with a tiny comb attached. Over weeks, more packages followed, each containing strange little items: a glittery headband, an old-fashioned barrette, even a vintage hairpin. Finally, a delivery driver confessed: they were all from his grandmother, who’d heard about Drybar from her hairdresser friend and wanted to surprise everyone. Everyone got a good laugh—and free hair accessories for months.
2. In Drybar's cozy interior, a delivery driver paused mid-step upon noticing an odd whiff of freshly baked cookies mingling with the usual aroma of hairspray and gel. Curious, he followed his nose through the salon doors and found a tiny kitchen where a stylist was busily mixing colors for clients’ highlights. She looked up, smiled warmly, and offered him a cookie, explaining she’d been experimenting with new recipes to keep customers entertained during their blowouts. The delivery driver left Drybar that day with a bag full of treats and a story to tell his neighbors back home.
3. In Drybar’s dimly lit morning hours, when most patrons were getting ready for work, a delivery driver paused mid-step upon noticing a peculiar reflection in the mirror. Upon closer inspection, he saw his own reflection wearing an impossibly tall wig and sporting a flaming red lipstick smile. Startled, he quickly backed away only to trip over a chair and land face-first into a row of empty blow-dryers. A regular passing by couldn’t help but laugh out loud, remarking, ‘Welcome to Drybar, sir!’
4. In Drybar’s late-night atmosphere, a neighbor heard an unexpected announcement over the speaker system: ‘Please return your unicorn horns to the front counter.’ Curious, the neighbor peeked inside and saw only a bemused stylist holding a small plastic horn. A delivery driver explained, 'It's for the unicorn-themed party tonight.' The neighbor left, shaking their head but smiling, thinking, 'Next time I’ll just ask before assuming.'