About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while a regular was getting his usual cut, an announcement came over the salon’s speakers: ‘Attention, please! The Linq Hotel is temporarily closed for renovations. For your convenience, we’ve extended our hours today.’ From then on, customers started noticing that whenever they left the salon, the hotel doors were ajar and empty—except for one mysterious figure who seemed to be moving between rooms. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about it—and so did the delivery drivers bringing supplies to the hotel. One day, when a neighbor popped into the salon, she saw a familiar face emerging from the hotel: it turned out to be just the mailman, taking a shortcut through the construction site. Moral of the story? Sometimes what seems like a ghostly mystery is actually someone trying to avoid traffic.
2. One day, as a regular was admiring his new hairstyle in the mirror, he noticed something odd: every time he looked left, the reflection of the stylist’s chair moved right. Confused and amused, our regular asked the stylist what was going on. The stylist calmly replied, ‘That’s just how my mirrors are installed.’ Later that week, another customer—a delivery driver—complained about the same thing. When asked if it bothered him, the driver shrugged and said, ‘Not really, I always know where my truck is!’
3. While a regular was enjoying a quiet trim one afternoon, the sound of distant laughter filled the salon—so clear and contagious that even the usually stoic barbers couldn’t help but smile. As they turned towards the source, an elderly gentleman across the street was laughing heartily while watching his granddaughter’s performance in a nearby park. The barbers exchanged amused glances, realizing the laughter had nothing to do with them after all. They went back to cutting hair, leaving our regular with a newfound appreciation for outdoor entertainment—and perhaps a slightly longer haircut than usual.
4. In the early hours of dawn, when most salons are asleep, a delivery driver pulled up outside The Linq Salon. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something peculiar—all the mirrors had turned into windows, reflecting not the stylist’s chairs but the neon-lit Strip beyond. Curious, he peered inside and saw stylists cutting hair in mid-air, their clients floating weightlessly above the floor. Startled, he quickly slammed the door shut, only to hear one stylist shout through the glass: ‘Hey, you forgot your tip!’