If you have not been to this barbershop and are considering it just for a simple, clean cut, give…read moreit a try. I've only been once, but as a first-time customer, who is pleased with the cut I received a week and a half later, I will return.
(Do note that customization is a priority at this location, so be very specific about how you want your cut.)
****Explanation****
Since moving to New York (in particular, a rural area, I'd say) and since I attempted to give myself a Caesar cut (all even) to save some money, I decided to give Finest Barbers Shop a try.
Within a ten-mile radius of Moriches (given the nearby Sam's, Pete's, and Fred's barbershops), I'd say they were the "blackest," if you will, barbershop I could find. However, please understand that I was just concerned about the quality of my haircut; their clientele when I went was quite diverse: I remember seeing a white father-son tandem, two black males (three, including myself), and five, I'd say, Hispanics (two men and a father with his two sons).
**The Atmosphere**
The atmosphere was relaxed. When I walked in, I expected some form of acknowledgment from a barber, but I only received one from an African brother getting his cut. (I thought, "I hope this is a 'New York' thing and not anxieties within subsets of the minority community.) No worries though. The older barbers (three, at the time) were more focused on their individual tasks: hopefully, giving each paying customer a decent cut. (Now that I think about it, I don't believe I would acknowledge anyone myself if I had to work on Labor Day.)
ESPN was playing on one TV, and C-Span on the other. (Both TVs were later turned to C-Span, so everyone could tune into Obama's Labor Day speech.)
Every man waiting to get a haircut respected the other's man space.
Commotion only entered the shop when a woman came in with her two orbiting-out-of-control kids, and I think we all (her husband with the two kids who presumably took after his reserved direction included) bade her goodbye! (My girlfriend said she brought the commotion next door to the nail salon. There was one guy sitting next to me who felt the need to carry on with a phone conversation inside the barbershop, but that's about it.)
The place livened up when the barber who cut my hair came in; and the barbers, though speaking in Spanish and me (with my Broken Spanish) understanding very little of the banter, developed a keener focus on Obama's speech--of which, I could care less about. (I just wanted my hair to be cut--and decently.)
**The Cut**
My barber, Pablo, gave me one of the best Caesar cuts I've ever had. In terms of length, it was even; and the shape-up was textbook (almost as though he used a level and ruler to deal with my oddly-shaped head).
I felt rather lazy, so I opted for the full cut (head and beard, which is $20, by the way). He's pretty good with a razor. He understood what I meant when I said that I wanted to keep the stubble under my chin and have the whisker-like ends of my 'stache removed.
My only gripe would be the length of my sideburns: one was at the bottom of my ear, whereas the other was just above the other. (Maybe one ear is lower than the other or something, I don't know.)
However, Pablo gave me a solid foundation for the fro, which I'll have shaped up by him over time (or cut). We'll see.
**Verdict (Again)**
My girlfriend approved, and after living with the cut for about a week and a half I certainly approve.
