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| - Went here on three different occasions, first as a walk-in, 2nd as a walk-in, third (and last time) with an appointment. I gave it three attempts at cutting my hair but never again, just not my type of a real barbershop, but what's in a name. This shop is more of a want-a-be like a woman's beauty salon, with the foo-foo vapors, lots of yacking and a wall separating the waiting room from the barbers. There are also a few other smaller rooms where barbers cut hair, very similar to a woman's hair salon. On the norm, expect a very long wait in excess of 45 minutes. That long wait can be an indicator of 'business is very good' or 'wasting a lot of time'. Either way, I'm not sure but they definitely wasted too much of my time. On the first visit the guy who greets you seems nice and accommodating, but again good luck on getting him to cut your hair as he is the slowest barber I have ever seen. After about a 45 minute wait he directed me to a room where a nice lady engaged me in conversation and just kept cutting and cutting and cutting. My fault as I should have stopped her but I really thought she understood slight trim. On my second visit I had another wait of about 30 minutes then was directed to another room with a barber who cut hair pretty good and listened to how I wanted it cut. Ok this place may be getting better, so I asked this barber if I could make an appointment and he said just give a call to set it up. Great, I might just like this place. Now if I can just get over their women's salon atmosphere. So almost two months go buy and I call to make an appointment. My call is directed to the same barber and he takes my name and sets up the appointment. Well I arrive and, you guessed it, he's a no show. So I again wait for a different barber in another room, this is really beginning to suck, for another 45-60 minutes. Nice guy, cuts my hair, I'll never go back, and the moral of all my wasted time is, this is not a real barber shop. It's a man salon, where if you like that type of atmosphere, sorta on the girly side, you'll come back. But, for me, no more, like baseball, three strikes and your outta here.
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