If you are a quiet, shy or reserved person, or if you are looking for a peaceful spa-like atmosphere, avoid this place. If you are love loud music, shouting, and a crazy-fun-wacky-party vibe, this might be the place for you - if you also enjoy sitting on a couch for two hours waiting for the owner to finish up the three other people she was already working on when you came in. Granted, she said her assistant had called in sick that day, and that's why I'm giving her two stars instead of one. But if that happens, you CALL your scheduled appointments and let them know there will be a wait, or you reschedule some people so you can handle the day alone. You don't try to work on four people at once.
She tried really hard to make it fun in there - maybe so we wouldn't notice the clock ticking? - by blasting Phil Collins and Kenny Rogers and alternately singing along/gossiping with her regulars/shouting over the hairdryer, but it wasn't fun. It was awful. (For me. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you love Kenny Rogers. But if that's the case, get out of my review, our relationship is over.) I should also mention that I went in with a Groupon for a Brazilian Blowout - always looking for the cheapest one, and this time it backfired! - and when she first looked at my hair about one hour after I got there, she said I had too many grays to do a BB, because grays don't "take it" well and would "stick out" afterwards, and told me that I needed to do a color first. (At this time, before doing any work at all, she redeemed my Groupon, which I thought was super unprofessional and made it a giant pain to get my money back later. You don't take people's money until after you do the work. That's Business 101.) I said I didn't want to start coloring my hair - I've never colored it, so it was a pretty big decision to start. She insisted that I needed the color job before she could do the BB, and gave me a book of color swatches and told me to sit back down and choose a color. I kind of went "but..." but she was already off working on one of the other three people who were there. So I went back to the couch next to the horrible radio which at this point I wanted to hurl out the window, and sat there for another hour, "looking at color swatches" but in reality Googling on my phone, looking for evidence about this "you can't do a Brazilian Blowout on partly-gray hair" theory of hers. I looked for an hour and I could not find any evidence at all that this was true. Nobody else addressed that theory or even asked about it, and I found several people with gray hair who said doing a BB had actually really helped the texture. So an hour later, when she was done with one of her three other people and finally came over to me to ask what color I wanted, I said that I had been looking on the Internet and I couldn't find anyone else who mentioned that gray hair didn't do well with Brazilian Blowouts. She said, "I just know it from my own experience." And as I hesitated, not moving towards the chair, she said impatiently, "What's the matter, Suzanne? (not my name)?" And I finally got up the guts to say, "I don't want to color my hair. I'm sorry, but I just don't want to make that decision so quickly. I want to think about it for awhile." To her credit, she said at that point that she understood, and that it was too late to do the Brazilian now because it would take four hours (four hours??? It's never taken four hours! My hair is shoulder-length BTW) but that I could reschedule and she'd give me the credit for it since she'd already redeemed my Groupon. And since this story is already long enough, I got out of there and sat in my car and burst into tears, probably from overexposure to Phil Collins.
My point is, if you're still with me, that my experience there was awful and I thought the owner was not only pushy but incredibly unprofessional. However, I realize that she was under a lot of pressure because her assistant was absent, and I also realize that I personally do not do well with noisy environments, waiting at lot, or interacting with dominating, loud people. On a different day, someone who does better with those things might have a good experience there.
PS. If you do go, here's hint: go around the building to the back door, the one that looks like a service entrance. The front door, for some reason, is locked, and there is no sign indicating where the entrance to the salon is. I guess I should have known at that point that the whole thing was going to be disastrous, but I'm just such a goddamn optimist. read more