DO NOT COME HERE! Though I was sat right away, everything quickly went downhill from there. The person whose table I was assigned to was in the middle of eating fruit when I sat down. She spit her food into her hand, threw it away, wiped her hands on her jeans,then attempted to start working on my hands. I immediately asked her to please wash her hands since she just spat food into them! Why I didn't get up and leave at that point is beyond me!
She then started to try and peel off my old gel polish with a cuticle trimmer, and in doing so, ripped half of my nail length off with the gel. When I asked her why she doesn't soak the gel off with acetone (like every other nail place in the free world) she argued that it takes too long; to which I rebutted "but it's better than ripping my nails away". She then soaked them off. In attempting to correct to nail whose length was ripped off, she ended up filing the shit out of it- until there was NO length at all. After taking the gel off the rest of my nails, she had the nerve to ask me what length I wanted. ?Seriously?!? I shot out the finger that had been filed down to the knub and told her "it seems as though you already decided that for me". Her technique was shoddy at best. At one point I was wondering how easy would it be for someone to forge the state-issued certificate that they're required to display. The end result was a shitty gel manicure, raw cuticles on the verge of bleeding, and a lesson that I should have listened to my intuition and used the good sense God gave me to get up and walk out the minute she spat her food into her hand!