When I was poor, young kid in my early 20s, just trying to make ends meet working my first job in the Wall Street district, I did what most poor, young kids like me did: spend all my money on things I had no right to be spending it on.
One of those things was a membership to John Allen's in downtown Manhattan. Billing itself as an "exclusive men's grooming club," it was a place where men went to be pampered by beautiful women, cutting their hair, grooming their nails, shining their shoes, massaging their faces, trimming up beards, serving up draft beers... everything short of a happy ending. I may have been the tenant of a cramped, 9' by 6' bedroom in the dingiest of dingy flophouses in the eerie depths of Chinatown at the time -- but I was a customer of John f*cking Allen's, yo. Which meant I felt like "the man."
Oh, those were the days.
Fast forward all these years later, and now living in the suburbs, I have always longed for something akin to that John Allen's experience. I don't even have a lot of hair left, and I typically get Marc N. to shine my shoes, so my needs are pretty simple. For the last few years I have lived on the standard issue $12 barbershop haircut, where I am in and out in about 6 minutes, and the results are generally fine. But then I started seeing reviews for Razor Sharp, in nearby Metuchen. Could this really be that elusive, old-school barbershop experience I've been longing for?
Oh, you bet it is.
I called ahead on a Sunday, sensing that it would be smart to make an appointment even though the Website states that walk-ins are accepted. (Great Website, BTW.) Jimmy would be taking care of me. So later that afternoon, I made the trip into Metuchen, cautiously excited for what was to come.
The place was packed. I believe they were in the midst of a grand re-opening party or something. All I know is that I walked in, was greeted and given a seat on a nice, comfy couch, and immediately offered a beer. My appointment with Jimmy started right on time. Despite the fact that I am nearing that stage where my haircut will soon just be a clean shave, I was amazed at the time, effort, and precision that Jimmy put in to grooming every single hair on my head and face. Clearly, these guys take enormous pride in their trade, and see their work as a form of art. And judging by the cuts I saw coming out of this place, I must concur. They do great work here, and the booming business they are doing here proves it.
I always tell people -- it's the little things in life that matter. The simple joy of getting a killer shoeshine carries me all day long. And now I can add a great haircut to that list. At $35 for a cut and a beard trim, I find this to be money well spent. And while no amount of skill will ever bring back my totally awesome, Sun In-bleached, Flock of Seagulls haircut from the 1980s, I can at least walk away feeling like the million dollars I used to piss away at John Allen's every year.
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