About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in San Francisco, Salon Q.E. was as quiet as ever. A delivery driver pulled up with a box of fresh flowers for an unknown client, when he noticed something peculiar inside the salon’s window: a mirror that seemed to reflect not just faces, but entire conversations from the past. The delivery driver peered closer and saw his own reflection arguing with himself over whether to get a trim or a full cut—clearly someone had left their worries behind too. With a smile, he drove off, leaving Salon Q.E.’s mysterious mirror to continue its enchanting conversations.
2. At closing time one night, a delivery driver sighed loudly as he locked up Salon Q.E., ‘I’ll never understand why they always leave their hairdryers on.’ Suddenly, from inside the darkened salon came a faint hum. The driver raised an eyebrow and peered through the window. A small light blinked on, then off, like someone was playing hide-and-seek. With a shrug, he shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just an old ghost of a hairdryer. Locking up again, he drove away, leaving behind only the gentle hum of the city’s nightlife.
3. In the dim light of an autumn evening, a delivery driver unlocked Salon Q.E., and froze mid-step. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the empty hallway, making him wonder if someone had accidentally left their treat behind. Curious, he followed the aroma deeper into the salon, where he found an elderly neighbor cutting her own hair in front of a mirror. ‘I always get such good advice here,’ she said with a smile, holding up a cookie. ‘And now I can bake more for you!’
4. On a particularly windy Tuesday afternoon, a neighborhood kid whistled while walking past Salon Q.E., unaware that the sound carried through the open window and disturbed the stylist mid-cut. Since then, every time someone whistles outside, the hairdryers mysteriously turn on. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver hummed a tune as he approached the salon. Suddenly, all the hairdryers went berserk, blowing his hat off and sending it flying into the air like a mini-tornado. The whole street turned around to watch the spectacle, and from then on, everyone knew Salon Q.E. was no ordinary place—it had a bit of magic in its windows after all.