Polished's pedicures happen in buckets, not salon chairs. The bucket does have some flower petals floating around in it, which is nice, but the water heats from a heating pad below the bucket, and I found both the size and temperature of the bucket to be uncomfortable. The chairs are akin to a shoeshine stand at the airport, and don't massage, which, in my opinion, is one of the bigger benefits of getting a pedicure.
The nail techs soak off the old gel instead of filing it off, which I really appreciate. It was one of the reasons I switched salons and tried Polished in the first place. The tech, Miranda, did a great job. She was careful, attentive, thorough, and neat. Their gel manicures have a two-week guarantee, but mine started to peel at one week. I didn't go back, because...
The atmosphere in the salon was all-caps AWKWARD. And I all caps that because, for some ungodly reason, the woman whom I believe to be the salon owner was loudly going on and on about how much she likes Donald Trump and how much she dislikes Hillary Clinton. To each your own--but maybe you should SHUT UP about your politics for a) a more soothing atmosphere in a business that is catering to relaxation and pampering; and b) to not offend the sizable percentage of your clientele who may not agree with you.
I think even the bloviating tiny-handed misogynist himself would agree that you don't chase business away, and I could not WAIT to get the heck out of there.