About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, as customers were settling in for their weekly cuts and styles, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—your hair today will be slightly different from usual.’ The voice continued, 'Don't worry, it's just a little experiment with our new color palette.' By lunchtime, every customer had a unique shade—one lady's husband thought she was wearing a hat, another neighbor insisted it was sunshine reflecting off her glasses. The owner shrugged it off, saying, 'Ah well, next time we'll stick to what we know best!'
2. One day, while a regular was getting his usual trim, he asked the stylist, ‘Do you ever wonder what happens to all those old hats people leave here?’ The stylist shrugged and said, 'Who knows? Maybe they end up on some vintage hat rack in someone’s attic.' Just then, an excited voice from another room called out, 'Hey, did anyone see my fedora?' A delivery driver poked his head in and asked, 'Is it one of those old ones?' The stylist smiled and replied, 'Could be—who knows where it might turn up next!'
3. One afternoon, while a young mother was waiting for her little girl’s haircut, she overheard two stylists whispering about something strange happening behind the closed door of one private booth. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peered through the crack in the door. Inside, she saw only empty chairs and a dusty mirror. But then, out of nowhere, a small furry creature scurried past—a hamster on a leash! The stylist giggled, “Oh, that’s just Mr. Whiskers, our resident masseuse-for-hamsters.” The mom laughed it off, relieved it wasn’t anything sinister after all.
4. In the dimly lit Sugarhouse Parlour, a delivery driver was carefully arranging boxes on the counter when he noticed something peculiar—an old mirror hanging above the reception desk seemed to follow him with its reflection. As he adjusted his cap, he caught himself smiling back at the mirror’s reflection—a friendly smile that seemed almost familiar. Turning away, he realized it had been his own neighbor who’d just walked in for a trim. The Sugarhouse Parlour’s mirrors were indeed enchanting.