Angel Nails

Went here a bunch of times many years ago, decided to go again on a whim when I was in the area.
Got a French manicure, but the women who did it was slightly rude. I didn’t have much experience with getting my nails done (that I remember), and so she painted a white base and used a brush to remove it. I was pretty surprised and I kindly asked her to make the tips skinner when she did it, and she said «Honey I’m not done yet» in a very rude voice.
Cost $ 20 which is pretty expensive in my opinion.

Got acrylics done here for $ 29. The nails themselves look fine, but they hurt! The lady who did them left a ton of acrylic stuff all over my skin on my fingers. The application was also very painful. I guess if you’re in a pinch, this place will do, but I don’t think I’ll be coming back.

In the mall, 2^nd floor, near Lord & Taylor.
I’m a pedicure whore. Yup. Reason being, I have some na-​sty callouses on my feet — the kind that come back every two weeks.
So, I’m desperate for a pedi at 9pm on Saturday in the mall. Against my better judgment, I hit up this place.
I ask upon arriving (realizing it’s late) «do you have TIME for a pedicure?» The gal (who is obviously about to leave), Tiffany, says she does.
Word.
The massage chair wasn’t the best, but I’ve definitely had worse (and at this point I can’t be picky).
So after a short soak she starts on the cuticles and such. As we all know will happen, Tiffany goes for the upsale. $ 35 for a «spa pedicure.» Knowing my feet are bad, and she stayed late for me, I oblige.
I soon realize that the TV is showing some Nat’l Geo show with 2 folks running around naked in a swamp. Fine. Until they start having to kill the snakes. I’m phobic of snakes — like curl up in a fetal position when I see them in the zoo behind glass type of fear. After holding my ears hoping the subject would change, I finally asked Tiffany if she could change the channel. She happily obliged.
At this point, the other final remaining customer leaves. It’s 9:45. But Tiffany is still taking care of me.
I soon realize that Tiffany and some olé crotchety woman are into a bit of a spat — of course I can’t understand what they’re saying, but the tone is clear. I hear Tiffany TRYING not to clue me in that her coworker is pissed because she took me. Coworker don’t care. Remember, she’s an olé crotchety woman. She storms out of the store. Tiffany has to call the owner and tell him/​her.
So, get rid of crotchety, improve your chairs, and appreciate Tiffany — she handled an uncomfortable situation as best she could and she did a really nice job on my gnarled up toes. I’ll go back (but no upsale next time!)