About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while waiting for her nails to dry, a regular asked Ivy, ‘Why do you always close early on Fridays?’ No one else seemed to notice anything unusual. ‘Because,’ Ivy whispered mysteriously, ‘on Friday nights I paint the stars.’ The regular blinked and then laughed, realizing it was just another Friday when his nails were drying slower than usual. Ever since then, everyone started coming in earlier on Thursdays.’
2. While waiting for her manicure, an impatient customer exclaimed, ‘Ivy, can you hurry up? My date’s going to be here any minute!’ Without missing a beat, Ivy smiled and replied, ‘No worries, sweetie! Just tell your date I’ll send him out your favorite drink when he arrives.’ The customer laughed, shaking her head in amazement as she settled back into her chair. A few minutes later, a tall, handsome delivery driver walked in with a tray of cocktails—obviously sent by Ivy herself.
3. While getting her usual mani-pedi, a neighbor noticed something peculiar on the wall above Ivy’s station. Each day, a new drawing appeared—first it was a tiny bird, then a dancing bear, followed by a smiling sun. No one knew who left them or why. Finally, one day there was a picture of a cat playing with a feather duster. A delivery driver joked that maybe Ivy herself was leaving these as secret self-portraits. The drawings continued for months until one evening, after closing time, someone found a note stuck under the last drawing: 'Thanks for appreciating my art! Now please tip better.'
4. In the early hours of dawn, when most salons were still asleep, Ivy Nails opened its doors to an unusual visitor. A delivery driver pulled up outside, muttering under his breath as he struggled with a heavy package. Spotting the neon sign glowing faintly in the pre-dawn light, he decided to take a break. Entering the dimly lit salon, he stumbled upon an old lady diligently painting tiny flowers on someone’s toe. She looked up, smiled warmly and asked if he’d like a coffee while waiting for his package. The delivery driver shook his head, but she insisted, saying it was her secret recipe for good service. After a cup of strong brew, they chatted amiably until the sun rose, revealing that the mysterious salon had been open for decades—always there for those who needed a break.