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| - After trudging around the valley looking for a decent place to get a haircut after the last good barber I had moved out of state two years ago, I had all but given up hope and resigned myself to hitting up Great Clips, or letting my hair grow out to absurd levels to avoid the experience altogether. But on a recent trip to Scottsdale Quarter for drinks at Press Coffee, I noticed that this barber shop, with a "coming soon" sign that had been there for ages, was actually open. I was quite hesitant about it, but figured that my expectations were so low that if the haircut turned out to be bad, I could just go to the attached bar and get one or five of their $2 beers to feel better about it.
The place itself is very modern-looking, with a bunch of tables of retail stuff both directly (hair product), somewhat (mustache lollipops), and not at all ("The Big Butt Book," a coffee table full of pictures of butts) related to the shop for sale. It doesn't smell like hair, peroxide, and barbasol, something I'd gotten used to while going to less-than-optimal shops. And the music, which was mostly commercial house/techno stuff, comes booming out the stereo at a volume that anyone but an Abercrombie & Fitch employee or a club kid would describe as "kind of loud." Not loud enough that you can't talk with your stylist or the receptionist, but still, a bit noisy.
I didn't have an appointment, but I was able to get in right away with my walk-in. My stylist/barber was Cassandra, and she was attentive, helpful, and gave me the exact haircut that I wanted. In fact, she did three things that I had all but given up hope on anyone doing for me during a haircut:
1. COMPLETE SCISSOR CUT. I cannot possibly express how wonderful this is. I absolutely hate clippers, and getting the back and sides buzzed does not lead to a style growing out well for me. My hair was all actually CUT so that it will grow out neatly, instead of in a mess. The last time I had a scissor cut, it cost more than twice what this one did.
2. Blended it to my beard. The stylists I've had over the past couple of years have somehow mangled my hair/facial hair border in such a way that I would have to shave off my beard (which starts at my sideburns) to keep from looking odd. In this case, my haircut and beard flow together in perfect follicular harmony.
3. Eyebrow trim. I've got bushy eyebrows, y'all. Not so much right now, since they were trimmed properly (not like the last time at a place that will remain nameless, where they more or less gave me Vanilla Ice-style eyebrows).
This is EXACTLY what I've been looking for when it comes to getting my hair cut and styled. And aside from the volume of the music, everything was spot-on. I was so thrilled with the experience that I forgot to get a beer. Well, there's always next time...
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