Until fairly recently I was always content with the cheapest haircut I could find and would usually go wherever had the best valid coupon. But now, with my ever-retreating hairline revealing a vast terrain of pristine forehead, and foreign monarchs scrambling to be the first to stick a flag in it and send missionary expeditions, I need someone with a little more skill to cut what alarmingly ephemeral hair remains. So far, The Cut Barbershop has proven to be worth the little bit of extra money.
When I first walked through the door I was struck with the uneasy feeling that I was about to drop a ton of money. Being uptown and looking very much like the high-end variety of hair salon, a cold sweat came on at the prospect of having to pay $75 for some pretentious fop or fashionista to make a few apathetic snips before preceding to a high-pressure sales pitch for overpriced hair treatments. Mercifully, The Cut only looks like that kind of place.
Instead, I had the full attention of a skilled and patient stylist. After expressing my concerns and telling her how I style my hair she was able to cut it in such a way as to deemphasize the thin spots without being so damn obvious about it and making me look like Donald Trump. And after a few self-deprecating jokes about my forehead applying for statehood she even reassured me by showing me a picture of her teenage son who's already lost way more hair than me. In all, she probably spent about 25 minutes with me. That's about twice the time you get at a McHaircuts chain for only about $5 more.