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I picked this place as they offered beer and hot s...

I picked this place as they offered beer and hot shaves. This seems like a cornerstone of a good barbershop experience. There s not much of a motif, the walls are sparsely decorated except for a couple 80 s esque painting of women s faces and one of a skull. The two TV s with sports on were mounted so high on the walls that one couldn t watch them while having their hair cut. The "stylist" that cut my hair wasn't talkative at all. I would not go back on this point alone. Getting one s haircut is a socializing experience and this wasn t. The shop itself had a layer of grime in corners and had random clutter. Barbershops are supposed to be temples to men, this felt like a women s salon for dudes who don t care. If you stop reading here, this is portion of the review amounts to 3 stars, an average place with high-end pricing.

I asked for a haircut and beard trim. The haircut was executed alright. It isn't the best cut I've ever had, but at a level I'd expect for the price. The beard trim was an absolute nightmare. I had, HAD!, a glorious beard in excess of 6" in length. I asked for the sides to be brought in and cleaned up and the bottom to be straightened. This means a TRIM. What I experienced was a massacre. The beard that took me to beard competitions and garnered compliments from people on the street was unceremoniously hacked off with electric clippers. It s not even a good beard trim as the lengths are random. There wasn t an attempt to use the length I had shape a good looking beard, it was just cut short and that is that. My mustache was attacked as if it was a dandelion on a fairway; whacked back without regard. I sat in horror as it was happening and by the time I realized what was happening, could say nothing. It was too late, the damage was done. I put my faith in the expert pulling off a stunning look for me. I didn t see it until it was done and fell into shock immediately. Bad haircuts can last a month or two. Beards like mine takes years to grow. I just paid, left, and went home to have a scotch for my fallen friend. My manhood was robbed. I have to explain to colleges, friends, and family why I let this happen to my beloved beard. I can t. I m in shock. It s depressing. 1 star.

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