Danielle Zemmour

In short, one of the 2 worst haircuts of my life — my hair is still long where it shouldn’t be and I now have a bald spot above my right ear.
But let me set some context. It’s Sunday and I’ve just returned from a trip wishing to get my hair trimmed before heading back to work tomorrow. Not much is open but she is, one of the few pluses in this whole story. I make an appointment and walk in, and am the only person in the place. Danielle, a very sweet older woman, asks me to sit while she finishes her lunch (at 4 PM). I sit in a chair surrounded by art which she has made and clutter which she has picked up along the years. I then wait for 20 minutes! Yep, I watched her in the mirror eat a whole tomato and mozzarella salad, slowly. But faster than in took to cut my hair since that took another 90 minutes (some of which was with shampoo in my hair while she walked away for an unknown reason).
I’m sorry to write a bad review because she is kind, clearly tries and cares, and maybe she does not typically cut younger men but heck it is my head and my time on a day off.