Context of visit: Nine-year-old birthday manicure treat.
Result: Everything a nine-year-old could dream of in a bottle of nail paint, and more.
A previous birthday had brought us to try out the nearby 5th Avenue, and while it was a good professional standard, the atmosphere was a tad austere and businesslike, when really what we were looking for was some standard-issue 'ooh it's your birthday what age are you really my you're big' fuss.
Thank you Yelp for putting us in the way of Tropical Popical (or Popsicle as I've come to think of it) - it ticks all the fun and frothy boxes, from the Caribbean-effect décor that's lurid and bold as a panto parrot, to the fantastic staff who really know how to make a little girl feel special.
Added extras (and the basic manicure is a fairly lean 13 euros to begin with) include a drink of Lilt - how quickly the words 'totally tropical taste' sprung to mind, so what else would you expect? (though who knew it still existed?) - or something else that's coconut-based whose name I can't recall but which kid number two went mad for.
The Lilt was served in a little 'coconut-half' cup with all those jazzy extra bits, creating mood elevation beyond just the direct sugar hit (starry eyes, fixed immovable grin). And there was no staff deference to the parent on matters sugar-related, which came with its own high-inducing factor. So, yes, we were fairly flying before a hand had been introduced to as much as a cuticle-remover.
Lovely manicures (if lovely is the appropriate word for glitter-on-neon), the girls took their time with us, and despite going for the 'mum you're an embarrassment' option of neutral myself (I'd say the first time that bottle had been opened in nail-fun central), no one outside of my children outwardly ostracised me - so good manners all round too.
Light-hearted and fun, Tropical Popsicle (sic.) is to the nail-bar what the popsicle is to cereal - perfect for a treat. And if it was a sunny day outside you might even convince yourself, however briefly, that you're on your jollydays in a place where Pina Coladas flow and the ocean laps against white sands. Ok, that's a bridge too far, but you know what I'm getting at. read more