My husband really needs for his hair to be clean-cut at all times. Fortunately he does not insist upon a buzz cut, but he will freak out if one curl starts to form at the base of his neck. I say this without bias: my husband has hair most men would kill for. He is 44 and it’s still not grey, it’s not receding or thinning, and it is incredibly thick, dark brown, and with a slight wave. For years I have begged him not to cut it every two weeks. Hair does not even grow that fast! It has taken an entire decade, but I have gotten him to go from two weeks to three and now (drumroll) to four! His bangs no longer look like “Dumb and Dumber” since I’ve convinced him to stop going to cheap, walk-in places where he did not get the same stylist twice. I have forbidden the use of clippers on his glorious hair and I have actually gone down to police whatever girl was making the back of his head look cheese shaped. The trouble is, by the time he got an actual trained stylist, in my opinion it was way too much for us to be spending. I knew how important his hair is to him so I’ve just tried to budget for it. He never loved the place but at least he also never came out butchered. (Cue the sound of angels singing.) And then I discovered an “upscale barbershop.” They’ve got old white guys, younger black men, clients with beards, no beards; you name it. We decided to give it a try and I fell in love. All the place needed was cigars! Our little one did not have school that day and the receptionist, who was beautiful and sweet, led our six year old into a lounge/TV room and proceeded to put on My Little Ponies. “May I get you something to drink?” she asked as I felt my eyes widen when I noticed the bar. I whispered to my husband that men had finally cracked the code. It’s the go-to-the-salon-and-have-a-glass-of-wine-so-you-can-relax-secret. Only they had my kind of drinks — vodka, whiskey and gin that I noticed. Burk had a gin and tonic (I call it the anorexic white ladies’ drink) and I had a whiskey with 7up. They even had an orange juice for our little one. Lounging in the big, leather recliner my little one peeled her eyes away from the television long enough to remark, “Now THIS is the life!” “Kiddo, you have no idea,” I said, thinking of the special mother/daughter spa days we would have when she is older. I knew I liked my husband’s stylist instantly. She was sharp and I had no doubt he was in great hands. When I booked his appointment the receptionist had actually taken notes! Now that’s impressive. Back in the TV room my little one remarked, “Mama they have massages here,” and I explained they were only for men. I felt so comfortable sitting there, drink in hand, inhaling the gentle aroma of sandalwood. It reminded me of my Daddy. And I was so thrilled they let us stay! As he was being shampooed my husband was treated to a steaming hot towel wrapped around his clean-shaven face. I watched him visibly slump in the chair. That is really saying something, because he doesn’t unwind very easily. Other than his hair, he is highly concerned about his shoes looking nice. Imagine our surprise when we discovered members can sign up and have their shoes shined for free at any time! “He’d like to sign up for the year” I proclaimed as I watched my husband emerge actually relaxed and happy. And here’s the kicker: it is HALF the price of the salon he used to go to!!! I appreciate the details and this place had it in spades. Most importantly, his hair turned out great. I think the American writer Greg Behrendt was on to something when he said:
“I do think that you can dress yourself out of a problem. The way that a haircut and a new pair of pants can make you feel is better than any therapist, because when you look in the mirror, you see a different person – you are a different person. It’s superficial change that can lead to real change.”
His two best girls were proud to see him looking so confident and handsome. I have decided to go with him from now on … not because his stylist needs any supervision; I just want to relax and enjoy a drink! This place is definitely a cut above.