Viva Men

this place is great! we went there to prep for a wedding. super clean, very courteous, great music and atmosphere. got a shave and buzz. the one guy is a bodybuilder beefcake, did an excellent job. can’t go wrong here!

The buzz «cut».
Let me start by stating that I ended up with a good thorough haircut. How much that statement weighs in for you, I’ll let you judge because I get buzz cuts. So, not that hard right?
I recently had moved to the area and was on the look out for my new go-​to place. Since it is the only one that explicitly cuts men’s hair, I thought I’d give it a try.
Upon entering I was greeted by the sight of two peroxide blonde girls. Having adopted quite a bit of American social etiquette over the past years living in the US, I introduced my presence with a smile and a «hi, how are you?» — knowing full well that this doesn’t fare well with Londoners. Not expecting much in return, since I yet have to discover the praised politeness of the English after a year living in London, I was yelled at with «please», and a rough patting on the chair I was supposed to sit down in.
Now, usually I prefer to get my hair cut from men. Hence my choice of a barber shop over a hair salon. It just seems that my male companions bring that little bit of extra understanding to the table when it comes to receding hairlines and blended neck lines.
Being a little bit under time pressure, I decided to give this girl a shot, hoping that her orange fake nails would give her a good enough grip of the machine.
Wondering why my Russian copy of Megan Fox has this constant frown on her face I was asked «How short you want?». As my body suddenly entered a state of paralysis, which was not helped by the fact that she actively pushed my shoulders deeper into the chair, I watched her through the mirror trying not to make direct eye contact.
My gaze wandered off to the dusty, old rubber coloring mixing bowls, the sink full of hair, and the poor guy next to me that looked like he would start crying any second now. I was almost at a point of relief, realizing that she actually was doing a decent job, when a sharp pain hit me. She had just plunged the machine’s blades into my skin on the back of my head.
«Sorry»
Her deep voice just made me even more anxious to find out if I was actually bleeding. Using the hair dryer to get rid of the unwanted fall offs, she helped herself to some refreshing air bursts — under her shirt, on her feet, IN HER PANTS.
Keeping the best for last, she finished up her work with a brush full of talcum powder — she was alert enough to remove about a dozen long hairs from said brush before it touched my head though.
10 GBP later I was out of there and on my way to my bathroom mirror. I am now sporting a triangle shaped head wound that is luckily very superficial and will heal up nicely.
I’d say the one star of this review is well deserved.