I live down the street from this place. The first time I came here I was in 8th grade with my step sister and we were getting mani-pedi's for our dinner dance. They cut my fingers to a point I was bleeding. Vowed to never go back.
Went back a few year later with my step sister (who loves this joint), same thing happened, my fingers were cut up and bleeding and this time I actually said something and they all looked at me like a monster. I am not a loud person and I don't usually say anything, but I was in pain. Vowed to never go back.
My step sister was throwing a big birthday bash in September 2014, I already have my go to salon, but it was Friday night, we were leaving at 9 AM the following morning to our hotel and my nail salon closed at 7, I don't get off work until 6. Have no choice but to go to MJ. This time I have a 2 week old no chip on my fingers. Some guy was sweeping the floors when I walked in, told me to take a seat, and I did. Thinking someone else was going to take care of me, this man started to. He didn't look like someone who did nail work, he looked like a guy they hired to do maintenance, I was concerned, but I don't speak up so here we go again.
I got my toes and my nails done. Toes were fine, I don't care about them that much, they were fine, not the best but whatever. Usually while they do your feet and they know you have no-chip on your fingers, they wrap you up with acetone/remover to melt the hard shell away, but that never came. He grabbed my stuff put it by the seat told me to pick out my color (which I couldn't find ANY I liked for the no chip), move, and then turns on the file gun thing and starts 'buffing'(?)/filing the top layer. I can feel the heat from the gun thing burning through my nail and I see it smoking. YES, SMOKING. Not dusting from the polish, my nail is literally smoking so I pull my hand away from him and I'm like "NO YOU ARE RUINING MY NAILS AND HURTING ME!" and he shrugs like "what else am I supposed to do?" I looked at him and I was like, WRAP MY NAILS IN TIN FOIL??? Jeeeeeeeeeze. I was so upset because all I wanted from that weekend was a trip to the salon and it was an awful day at work, I literally started to cry in the salon - how embarrassing....
The owner literally took my credit card out of my hand while I was wiping the tears away from my face and swiped my card for like $40 or whatever it was.
Anyway, I ended up picking a color I wanted in non-no-chip and I woke up the next day and they were all crackled, but it wasn't crackle paint?
Never, never, never go here. Think of my tears even if it is an emergency! I'll freaking do your nails! read more