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| - I'd read about these hipster-Brooklyn barber shops in the NYTimes so after checking this place out online, I was real hyped up about coming here. Looked really cool outside & in (dimly lit, Apple computer, street art books, jazz playing), & the happy customer photos made me want to be like Mike. So I got a cut & shave ($25) & it was a very mixed experience. Long story short: I got home, looked in the mirror, & busted out w/ the scissors, Mach razor, & hand mirror. Hair-wise, there were a lot of missed spots (tufts, not strands) on the top/sides/back & shave-wise, the lower portion of my face felt & looked like a prickly cactus. I was pissed & vowed never to fall for the hype again, but at the same time, I enjoyed sitting in that chair & being taken care of (while there, I tried to be as hopeful & positive as possible but the tsunami of reality hit me like a 2 x 4). I was shocked & disappointed. I don't want to micromanage people who should be more knowledgeable than me. I just want to sit, chill, & enjoy the experience, then get up, pay, & walk away looking like a million bucks, not a food stamp card.
The irony of this experience is that I was hoping to find an escape from the bad haircuts you get at chain stores full of beginner I-don't-know-what-I-want-to-do-with-my-life hacks who can't cut it (pun intended) anywhere else. Also from the old barbers who give you outdated hairstyles & offer you porn and the beauty salons full of estrogen. This place izza RZA fo' shizza hack in hip clothing.
The search continues for an intuitive barber... #OnwardAndUpward!
This is more of a one-time novelty thing that curious guys (remember what happened to the cat?) need to get out of their system just to say that they tried it, but did not inhale. Thumbs down.
Customer, beware. In the ongoing battle between Style vs. Substance, I say, "Go Substance! Go elsewhere" (yes, it was that bad).
The only good thing that came out of this mess was the compliments I got on Monday at work about how nice I looked after shaving my face & cutting my own hair.
Moral of this story: Anything you can do, I can do better (and I lived happily ever after).
The End.
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