Due to a series of events which led to me being way too busy to get a haircut before I left for New York (mostly that I wanted to finish rewatching the 4th season of Mad Men), getting myself cleaned up was pretty high on my list of things to do.
The upside to all that though, was that I got to go to Blind Barber yesterday and see what all the fuss is about. For a few weeks now, I’ve had numerous people explain to me that I really needed to be sure to get over there and I’m incredibly glad I listened.
While I love getting a great cut, which I did, I’m always more impressed by the environment and the people than the job itself. I can go to a few places and have someone do a good job, but the experience at Blind Barber goes far beyond that. Maybe its just me, but I hate being pampered and primped when I get a haircut. I also hate long, awkward silences while hairdressers try to make conversation and fail miserably.
Luckily, the trip wasn’t like that at all. When I walked in, everyone in the shop introduced myself, and Nick (my barber) said “Oh I know what you want, that 1930s shit with a taper at the back?” and got to cutting. Perfect. Another thing I really dig? The fact that you get a drink with every cut at Blind Barber. Due to the fact that I’m underage in this country, I of course went with an orange juice, however if I had of had something like a Stella or one of the many other refreshing beers that they have on tap , I can imagine that would have been incredibly refreshing.
Anyways, there’s no photos of me getting my actual haircut because dude told me if I kept moving my head he was going to stab me, which I’m surprised I didn’t because I am EASILY DISTRACTED and I would not have blamed dude at all.
All in all, Blind Barber was one of those places I told myself I had to go while I’m in town, and $40 later, I couldn’t be happier, and my hair looks great. Pause.